Where getting lost is part of the adventure… and finding your way home a pleasant surprise.

Poems & Other Lies

Pterodactyl

Pterodactyl

just above me, huge, silent, missing one secondary feather from the left wing, a heron glides across the pale blue plate-glass dawn

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The Kiss of Contagion

You feel the warmth rising, the gentle caress of contagion brushing across your lips. You try to deny it, to push it away. But there is no denying what you feel in your chest, the ache at the back of your throat. It has caught you, and you will not get free. You may...

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Yes, you are

Yes, you are

Why do you argue with me, when I tell you how beautiful you are? Why do you roll your eyes and say, “No, I’m not.” as if I have no idea what I see with my own heart? You turn the stereo up so loud a deaf kid could dance to it, miming the lyrics with a provocative...

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Last Night I Heard Your Voice

Last Night I Heard Your Voice

I know you think I don’t miss you when you’re gone and it’s true, I keep busy all day long and fall asleep before I get to bed. But last night I heard you call my name. I woke up in the dark, in bed, alone. I reached for you but found only tangled sheets I swear that,...

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Sunrise, January First, 2020

Sunrise, January First, 2020

The rain has paused, but the gusty wind continues to blow water from the naked trees. Two maple seeds helicopter down to a hard splash-landing in the hot tub. Aside from the wind, it is quiet. Even the dogs and the rooster are sleeping in.  

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Walking Through My Memories

Walking Through My Memories

At lunch, I usually take a walk, just to get away, out of the office. I often walk along the old pipeline above Indian Creek.   It's a little different now than when I was a kid. The water is gone and the pipe has fallen into disrepair, but most of it is still there....

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Fall

Fall

plunging from the sky into the tall oaks, a star rattles to the ground    

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Friday the 13th

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...

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Dreaming Me

Dreaming Me

I wish I knew Dreaming Me a little better. He seems like an amusing fellow. All night long, he tells me jokes and spins out dramas, sometimes comedies, sometimes parables. I can never remember all the details and I can’t tell you Dreaming Me’s stories as well as he...

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Blackberries

Blackberries

  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...

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Cheering the Storm

Cheering the Storm

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...

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