The Sirens of Fall Shall I continue to be what I wishThe fuel injected Backpack Leaf BlowerWould be—Silent? No, I think not. For when the glorious calm of September afternoons,Or the soft October air is stabbedBy a thousand home owner Leaf Blowers—That gnashing, high pitched whine,The sirens of fall—I wonder,Is it the Leaf BlowerOr the […]

The Slant of the Sun There’s something aboutA wing-snapped birdAlone in the dust–A black cat on the grass. There’s something aboutA grey eyed girlAlone in the back–Not a friend in the class. There’s something aboutThe brown of boozeBefore a broken man–His brief case right beside. There’s something aboutA spider’s webAcross an open gate–Mom calls the […]

Teetering upon a step ladder The sky blue drips down my raised arm Over my head. Reaching high, I am making A home for clouds, winds, birds and dragons. And flight. I wonder if this faint hue of paint (the color of all above, hot July afternoon), The delicate, airy, transparent wisp of it Can […]

Tuesday, May 21, 2013                 Spring Bare feet are numbed cold Walking across the new grass, And I’m chilled by cool, sun-lit air. My pale winter skin shivers into gooseflesh– I’m early for the season.     If I stop moving, face sunward, and breathe, I can feel the soft soil beneath my feet, warming, And […]

May 10, 2013 Writing On the Door Every wall is a door     -RW Emerson One should be open to the use of doors. A few years back, my friend Agamon gifted an old oak door to me.  Walking me out through tall gold grass, wild flowers and aspen trees to one of those classic […]