The Diminishing Dot
A Boeing occults Betelgeuse,red left and running,and an arrow loosedfinds not its mark.And in the green flickers,banked to a bull,some pink ears popand the belts stay locked. They’re always leaving,they…
Month: January 2020
Rise – a Waltz
Rise all you dead men and pound on your plots,Take to your saws and your fiddles, your pots;Take to your hammers and riddles and sighs;Bang out dirt music, pound the…
The Black Marble
Once, in the attic,a marble – black as holes –rolled to me – came to reston the floorboards –below the rafters –cathedral and coarse. Once, in the attic,among the dustlightand…
Folk Science – a Novelita
Steve had a blue tarp and two doe tags so we were certain that when he returned we would know. When he split down 425 in his late-model red Silverado,…
The Eagle and the Cat
First the eagle glid low overhead.Then the farm cat, lame and tabby,limped from bumper to dumpster,while we smokedand whined about our day. Image: Patrick Brinksma on Unsplash
But For The Pheasant
But for the pheasant’s coppered wing the fieldsin sculpted snows ne’er bring the promised yieldsnor pleasures found ‘til light does crest the riseat dawn and ambers claw upon the eyes.…
Silent the Sun Falls
Published in “La Piccioletta Barca” – Issue 18 – April 2020: https://picciolettabarca.com/issues/issue-18/
Some Thoughts on a Blizzard
It is not the sapling or bit snowthat scrapes the window, coaxing,Come out little boy, come out –Come out where the sting wind blowsCome out where the wind plays a…
