Poems & Other Lies
Throwback Thursday
1~4~2016 Home at last Driveway white with snow Happy dogs
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.
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....
Wanderback Tanglefoot
The walk home from the neighbor's Was twice as far As the walk over
Fall
plunging from the sky into the tall oaks, a star rattles to the ground
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...
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...
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...
August
brittle yellow grass brown dirt showing through desperate for rain
Nightride
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,...
