Friday the 13th

by | Sep 13, 2019

Clouds hide the full moon, soaking up the light like a sponge In the corner, in the darkness, behind a low wall Two black cats fight, tooth and nail I cannot see them to throw a rock My shouts add to the clamor of their screeching In the early hours of this country...
Blackberries

Blackberries

by | Aug 16, 2019

  I am at the side of the trail, eating blackberries just as fast as I can pick them. They stain my fingers red and dissolve in my mouth, this one sweet, that one tart. Thorns tear at my forearms as I reach inside the briars to twist free another berry. The trick...
Cheering the Storm

Cheering the Storm

by | Aug 10, 2019

The evening sky goes gray, the smell of a summer storm hanging in the air the trees ripple in a wind pregnant with humidity night overwhelms evening, wrapping us in a blanket of darkness and the smell of ozone scorching ragged rips of lighting tear apart the black...
August

August

by | Aug 10, 2019

brittle yellow grass brown dirt showing through desperate for rain
Nightride

Nightride

by | Aug 1, 2019

  This piece first appeared August 2018 in Nr.39 of International Sidecar Traveller   The sun has already set when I reach Lost Lake Road. I pass through Dee as the light fades away. The old school house looms at the corner, then it is gone. I turn south,...
Brittle Bright

Brittle Bright

by | May 14, 2019

Very early morning, the sky like back lit plate glass. If a bird hit it just right it might shatter into glittering shards of yellow, orange, blue and pink, revealing the infinite beyond.   Brittle Bright  was originally published in vol 1, issue 2 of the Syzygy...