Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Earth

Crows kept us up all night,
mass of them with their
chalky cries like laughter
masking their feelings from bone-hard
mouths. They are
fierce looking birds, black
cold-yellow beads in their
eye sockets.

Next morning we find
an adolescent crow
flopping around in the English
Ivy, trying to fly with
wings flattened against the leaves.
Over the day the youth
pulls itself into the
protection of the trees and bushes.

High up the family
cries and calls him,
the gathering clan
laugh calling, conversing
high in the branches. In their
bone bound faces,
We are here.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Borrower Be

When your benefactor frowns
and suddenly
becomes your
creditor, art
stops poetry
freezes.You look
into the unforgiving
face.Earth shrinks.
All of the

Monday, May 14, 2012

Feeling Better

As I get closer to dottering,
I put on Bach

and the music reaches out
through the centuries saying,

we are here for you,
we are your neighbors,

in spite of the early death,
and the cold impoverished

winters, wars,
rights of kings, conquest.

My neighbors with their
smiles suppress their hates.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Halloween in Spring

Sometimes I think
I enjoy fear
remembering what I felt
when I was fearless.

I awake bravely
in the morning knowing
risks and hearing continuous
portents, sad words

follow me everywhere.
Is silence the scariest thing,
or is the gabble of human
voices scarier still?

Saturday, May 05, 2012

"Samuel" a post adolescent novella

I've enlarged my post adolescent novella, "Samuel." It's in press at Amazon-Kindle. I hope to have it out in paperback shortly.