the vestiges of a secret galaxy in repose woven between the strong, still arms of the oak tree and by the spider's nimble spindles and peopled with the confetti stars of last night's shower i could not hope for a more exact comfort
this being human is a beach here amongst the grit and tug of harassed sand, cushioned in the warmth of serendipitous sun or embattled by a switchback wind we watch the clouds caress or rip raw our pieces of sky the bending grace of this sand our home drops mysteriously away and we're drawn ever … Continue reading On the Beach
Today, while driving, I suddenly noticed moving legs above my sun visor. This has happened to me before and it was a giant huntsman spider (including his legs, about the size of the palm of my hand). Then, as now, an involuntary gasp escaped me and I immediately looked for a place to pull over. … Continue reading An Unexpected Passenger
It doesn't take long to start imagining everything you see through your camera's eye. Some of these flowers are weeds, some are wild, some are carefully cultivated in gardens... but all of them caught my eye just as they might catch the attention of a bee or a bird or another important creature in their … Continue reading Smitten with Flowers
such a summer ripe with wetting fattened fruits primed for netting I saw the moon had grown mouldy dully grey and rumpled oldly cockies shrieking raucous, shocking days aprick with grass seeds, socking humid shroud of air that holds me ropes of rain plunging boldly pinned and damp as limping moth ‘neath the sky, its … Continue reading Looking Back
I am re-posting this as an entry for EIF Poetry Challenge #16 – Nature Poetry. I feel like nearly all my poems use nature in their imagery and so I am using an old one. I hope that’s allowed.
This spring the green is wild, profuse and supreme, exotic and extant - the white cane chair left on the lawn seems to float in clovery billows. Over a mower's roar and the whispered conspiracy of the wind, the children's voices are cheerfully elemental like the clatter of rain. Painted shadows tangle, restless and involuntary; and dancing grass tips gesture and curtsy; shuffled leaf-piles quiver timidly - a choreographed colour spectrum as perfectly conglomerate as an artist's palette or the piling silver of a waterfall. We are the blind but chaotic worms joining fearlessly, ignorantly in with the spinning clock of seasons... the layering of the earth, the measured perfection of decay.
In the night sky my ink is strewn pricked through by the glittering inconsequence of stars. As much as high I live way down below where sea creatures hold their own lanterns or erase eyes entirely - the black pupil no match for my mastery. I arrange myself in mirroring shapes beneath the trees or … Continue reading Black
On my phone, I am great at the typo and a poor editor. So when I write notes or ideas on my phone, some interesting text emerges when I come back to it hours or days later. This poem is attempting to have fun with some of those errors. The morning is cool - a … Continue reading Captain Raven
It's Valentine's Day and we splashed red around oh yes like butchers carving up the day and we felt it in our hearts watching loved ones hurt to bleaching and as you do when grey deepens past twilight we turned to food in the crowded kitchen scrambling eggs around like free-range yellow clouds but heavy … Continue reading All Kinds of Red
Sometimes luxury is as simple as a window with green outside i look past the couch to the many-tinctured leaves and am grateful and i realize that greenery (plant-life) is not incidental or purely aesthetic it doesn't have to be scientific or environmental it is eye-medicine as well as ALL those other things it is … Continue reading Green is My Breath