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.
poetry
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.
eyes before talons
A red tailed hawk crashes brain firstinto the reflection of a hill — stunned ~— awoken ~— perched ~~ preyed ~free. Cycles of semblanceobstruct perspectives of truthas we slowly piece away the masks of make believe, approaching the innerborder of infinity.The eyes shout dangerlouder than talons,six two-inch warningsof the terror hiding behind shocked lids.
revolved
On the last nightof a darkened yearfilled with light remember:the good in the bad,the tender in the tight,the softness in the strength, the death bearing life.Forward and forewarned to release expectations and embrace uncertainty. A bird homed in high ceilingsremains unfree.
return and receive
Butterflies boundto the arrival of anotherin flight and fantasy, toconnect across the continent.Four wheels of furyweaving through adisco lit highway,grinding to the beatof orange cones in abandoned work zones.The chorus of homea cherished refrainhalts the hustleas wings spread to receive precious cargo.
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.
countryside calamity
Betrothed to a viral lovehellbent to twist traditions into isolations —even the day breaksan unpaired dove.No choice in the choosingdecisions made under duress —there is no knowing what has failedbefore each feeble test.This year mimics last,no reprieve for the pious,while rebels fall in dual accord —the unscathed rendered sideless.
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
merry melodies
West coast winter soak —green overnight, pastures bloom rainbows wrap gray skies ~Second year, countingnew traditions become old Christmas lobsters slap ~Lightstrung pine star crowned,silver baubles bounce and sway ~ merry melodies
round & crowned
wave — crash - wave - worry —merry tides of tradition spurned by spikes, againcould be calm, could beworse — maybe — always betterwhen masked together sympathy settles‘round a hearth humbled by love families adapt
Species of Value 