Sleek coated goats graze roadside,women balance bounties atop their heads ~strong necks carry bananas, sticks, and woven baskets.Roots writhe and wrap through red rocks,a mountain carved for modern passage.School children walk home for lunch,uphill and uplifted, by the looks of their smiles and waves. Perfumed air: stunning notes of wet clay, embers, ripe banana, and … Continue reading more than a drive
earth
coils
Peaks and valleys coil,wrapping ‘round the middle,squeezing the life out of hope.Brain mice scurry to settle on consistent inconsistencies:fragmented information as breadcrumbsto a deeper doom of fiction. Hope is hindered but not haltedin the grand halls of uncertainty,edging away fromthe dungeon of despairto travel by airto meet the origin of manto honor an untimed death.
Sur grandísimo
A cloud striped skyshrouds the seabut not enough to shield your rays from my eager eyes.Traffic subsides,carving edges out ofthe beautiful, the lonelypacific coast high.Gilded waves roll over sand-smoothed shores,eroded. Waves moonwalk to meet their set sisters.Viscous, the marine layerflies in formation suddenly dissipating to revealour star —a circle closesand sets.
midwinterrain
Pacific coasting highway emptied by rainwater fallsinto the white caps drop by dropsoaking through sand quenching marine desert mountains.Sand slaked and sodden as silence descends, save the calming crashof winter waves.
Primavera in winter gloves
Baby bovine grows on green pastures,early and elated with the joys of new lifefresh and innocent to the sorrows of unprecedented tides.Dry ground soaks into the morning rain,while Hope hobbles into a new lightovercast, unsaturated, delicate — asif each grazing cow on the far hill could consume our world too, aseach blade of grass bears … Continue reading Primavera in winter gloves
Luna
Our golden saucerchipped then smoothed, behind bare limbsshe glows radiant.Rising while we turnon the high arc of angels,she rides royal blue.Sweet freshwater pearl,brilliant from irritant ~you float through darkness.
locomotion
The rail a spine, each vertebrae a station ~people as pulses of the system, nervous and sympathetic — the lifeblood of a country.Another leafless landscapeAnother rippling river, swollen purple and brown Another farm of factories: silver emits white becomes blueAnother train of cargo and chemicals carrying the weight of industry ~ resources to be reimagined … Continue reading locomotion
quite quiet
Howling at the half moonas Orion hangs abovethe mountain silhouette, coyotes converge.The star-splattered skypeels eyes up and unshadowed to make patterns of distant suns.Highway hums and powerlineswash the white noiseof a country night.
gratitude swells
Cleansed and covered overhead by waves of wonderunder cold summer skies;the Pacific pacifies wavering hearts.Gratitude for the wild seasliving within us andsummoning us together ~tides coincide on the foam lined shore. Thank you for reading! Forever grateful for the time you spend here.
Impressioning
Pink lily pads and dusty yellow footpaths,the dark green shadow of Monet’s madame andlight caught in fleeting whiteof their son’s bucket hat.The Riaux Valley reflectedin stunted strokes ~its stone bluesguarded by greenand ocher offsets. In The Olive Orchard, peasant skirts and tree trunksflow by the same curves ~legs and limbs aliveunder the heat of agray … Continue reading Impressioning
Species of Value 