by Vernon Wade | Feb 11, 2021
The silence of the lonesome is rent by wails and cackles A cabal of coyotes singing incantations in the dark hour of morning long before the rooster dares stir
by Vernon Wade | Apr 17, 2020
I lie perfectly still, refusing to open my eyes, refusing to roll over struggling with my own thoughts desperate for just another thirty minutes of repose Outside a bird calls from high in a tree striving to make its song heard above the incessant noise of...
by Vernon Wade | Apr 9, 2020
I walk out under a dark blue, faintly luminescent sky The moon, one day past full, shines down on the hot tub My morning routine has become an anti-viral struggle against the pandemic Systems check: Water clear, thin islands of bubbles, 103 degrees,...
by Vernon Wade | Mar 23, 2020
just above me, huge, silent, missing one secondary feather from the left wing, a heron glides across the pale blue plate-glass dawn
by Vernon Wade | Jan 24, 2020
Long before daybreak Roosters crowing in the fog of winter snowmelt