Monthly Archives: May 2014

(Warning: this is not a poem.) Benign. This is, by far, my new favoritest word ever. And I’m a word nut. A little over a month ago, I got one of those “something abnormal came up” letters after my last … Continue reading →

  … Is she made of salt or silt, or sand? Even here in the hollow of His hand she melts to nothing, carries worry stones not meant for her frail shoulders, wishes for it all to be over instead … Continue reading →

… These pages are too smooth, a kind disaster of white bread force-mined       ……..(sans wonder) from any random toothy plastic smile. These miles gain no altitude in their bright chaos clouds, their graphic why and wow and tumbled quiet stay. … Continue reading →

… She is wind -oh, the trappings and sashes of slow moving breeze. If she seizes the sway and opens her pane, you can see the sky. Ask her why she stays closed sometimes. Ask her if she’s been blind … Continue reading →

… She is learning to sigh, ………………………lift limbs to sky, master the breeze …………….and the ever tricky art …………………………..of leaving.   .. Written, rather belatedly, for dVerse.  

Feel it sweep, feel it scurry? A poem…yes, sir, no doubt, a poem! – Ray Bradbury, Any Friend of Nicholas Nickleby’s Is a Friend of Mine .. Feel it creep, crawl along, slow on its haunches, un -hurried, flowed from … Continue reading →

.. She is not a big fan of surprises, likes the slow and steady shirr of regular days, the feel of the sun’s rays on her face as she moves forward. She is not a fair friend of left turns … Continue reading →

Fear crawls deep, keeps us awake. Forsaking all things good and amazing and normal, lets loose its buzz and hum. Let’s quash it, squash it like a bug, slaughter it and splatter its guts all over the path ahead. Let’s … Continue reading →

there is no better, brighter land no other hand no rub, no axe to grind no worry that should bind these wide-awake dreams. You are not made of glass. Claim this shattering ……moment, Name it. Settle in under this clumsy … Continue reading →

and I am blessed that it is so and Oh, the wonder of this blue -eyed place, your grace poured out before me in mooselike limbs and preteen whims and all manner of parental may -hem. Nearby, a man who … Continue reading →