seems depressed. His usual courting call ending in a rapid, repetitive note tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit-it-it-ititititit is now short, by more than half. He never arrives at the final flourish his pièce de résistance his pleading, staccato insistence for a mate tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit resigned … Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
winter has laid a soft sheet on a nest left dreaming of featherless pencil-thin necks holding up sunny-yellow beaks full-open, throats begging wobbly with the weight of birth the urgency of hunger and looking like tulips in the winds of … Continue reading
While tempests burn the land, the sea, the skies and trees fall, raging through the charcoal-ed air with much to entertain, we turn our eyes the Gods of excess laugh, and let go care. We worship at the altar of … Continue reading
the Cafe Castelo can was a cheerful canary-yellow with a wooden cover secured on the top and holes on each end to let the weather pass through it hung, turned up just a bit, on a forest-green shepherd’s hook which … Continue reading
the vet from Lap of Love showed up just a little late giving us enough time after a peaceful night to find the lost gate put it back up give you a treat thinking, well, maybe no can we? no, … Continue reading
I spend fallow days sewing small repairs by hand working on old huipils, second-hand jackets cotton pulled loose by relentless movement my fingers ache pinching worn woven fabric vision blurs in the impassable needle’s eye I ask forgiveness and reach … Continue reading
I am an Iris thief pilfering lost fields a gleaner of abandoned, rebellious gardens that hold on and wait under collapsed, rotted boards that charcoal the already black soil far off the highways devalued land erupts with history steeped … Continue reading
I am a haphazard gardener too little time or knowledge the birds know it they plant wild cherry trees wherever they choose spread mulberry bushes around and scatter prickly thistle those little green gauntlets, … Continue reading
So, picture this … balloons making-a-break for it while you watch from a line at the dollar store Everyone’s eyes are fixed on the scene outside where a weary, middle-aged clerk is trying to help a very impatient, irritable man … Continue reading
we cannot calculate what we have lost as other species tumble into death the Ash tree standing through the windy frost no longer lives to take and give us breath we watch in horror, … Continue reading