Sleep Is Not A Simple Thing For A Warrior
Sleep is not a simple thing for a warrior, not like that of a man at peace. With rifle and knife beside him, battle memories ringing in...
Spanish Cargo
Hup, hup, hyah! Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Bells tinkle faintly before they appear in the mist pouring over the crags and rocks answering...
Finish Line
Pacing strides, void of caring, is what trauma leaves behind when all we take from the qualifying heats are disappointments; painful...
Lady of Cao
A Moche burial site discovered recently in Peru revealed an ancient society thought to be led by queens who practiced ritualistic...
The Hawk's Rabbit
It is raining tufts of rabbit fur and memories in my backyard. Atop the utility pole bunny feet wave “bye bye” as a Harris Hawk tears her...
On My Brother's Porch
Late summer morning light paints twelve shades of green on the grass rolling away from the house, in the leaves lifting, turning to faint...
Conversation Overheard in the Grove
“Do you know me, lovely daughter, little sapling straining upward, hungry for sun, thirsty for rain, all tendrils and folded leaves? Feel...
Sovereignty
She roams the oceans under new constellations drifting on small currents testing the luff of her bow against tempest and calm and...
Mediocrity
Beware the sound in the darkness, nearly imperceptible, that raises our scalps with its pitchfork. We know what lurks there anxious to...
Erosion
The sound of tinkling riffles happy to encounter rocks and undermine mountains muffled the damage, masked the scoured river bed. A...
Lottery
Now is the hour of the deer. The trees unfold twilight fingers towing the stags, the young bucks, the does, and the yearlings from their...
Father's On The Gurney Strangely Quiet
A pile of pale, gray brittle bones pokes at a tarp of too thin skin clouded eyes closed jaw agape sneering lips loose dentures jutting...
Severance
Cart trundling down my rutted road behind the tail of destiny’s mare through fields where I have toiled past grasses where I have rested,...
Song of Elisabeta
Thru shadow land a dark barque flies. Red dark longing pulses stronger. Winging whispers slice black skies. Impatient lovers wait no...
Souvenirs
I left you something. Think of it as a souvenir. Something to help you remember … that night in the dark when you came out of nowhere and...
