Thursday, May 19, 2016

The Social Life of Animals

 My cat and I play trust games.
 She wants nothing better than to bite my hand.
 She purrs when I permit her to put my hand in her mouth.
 She is merely gentle with her teeth.
 She wants me brave giving my face to her paws,
 gentle with her claws. 
 I am gentle reaching for her head
 to scratch behind her ears.
 We are mammals.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Zen in the 76th Year

When is the time
in this world
when it is blank, reaching
the limits of the small,
the times between?
The microbes grow within microbes
lifetimes fill the
milliseconds between wingbeats.
Here we sit
talking with large
quivering bubbles of gas
encoded as furniture we share.
We are scaled
to speak of nothing else,
in our bordered, gated tribe,
through the holes in our masks.
It is less
than the language
of the solitary,
and perhaps the dead.

Friday, May 13, 2016

"What We Know": Poetry Photoshow

Saturday, May 07, 2016

Thirteen Lines

My parents
are OH and C
who begot me.
What a strange
state came of their union.

How could
an aware thing
be mixed in the
crucible of rocks only to fade?

Why do we cling to life so hard?
Are we just
borrowed jewels?
What is the rest of time like?

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

New E-Book

Kindle Book

Sunday, May 01, 2016

Goodbye to Kisses

When I say goodbye to
kisses I don't regret it.
I've had enough of them
and the thrill is past.
I glide into the gray
fog, near the beach
at the end of the short path
and wave at the travelers.