Winter unrolls uniform frozen waters, the eyes of brisk walking matrons seeking their own level. Keeping warm is a blanket statement about alcohol or your addiction of choice. It’s so cold silver words stick to warm tongues. Everyone has an addiction to choose. Every snowball thrower bundled like a puffer fish taking aim at adult [...]
Archive for the ‘Pastoral’ Category
Winter Town
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged addiction, choice, leviathans, security blanket, snow, snowballs on November 17, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Lake
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged Beginnings, journey, soldiers, thirst, water on September 23, 2010 | 4 Comments »
I came to the lake It’s lushness almost mocking. It’s crystalline skin a smack in the face because I came alone. A journey alone. This lake isn’t like me, it can’t be beautiful alone. It needs us too much. I wash my face and sip the water so divorced from the lake’s body it might [...]
The Tree
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged fruit, plains, rest, tree, valley, Woman on September 22, 2010 | 3 Comments »
She is twisted like a cyclone upon herself and sanded for smoothness by wind and dust. Her hands extended and turned toward heaven have grown a way of speaking. Her plump fruit ripens and drops by the feet she planted so long ago in this valley between knowledge and life. The valley hills still mock [...]
Deer Reactions
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged deers, driving, home, Love, Volvo, Woman on November 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Tires as flat as the world grip misanthropic back roads. Conjured fog and fawns get their curves caught in the on-coming. For every deer that stares into the abyss there is another that flees into the Dantean forests to live, with or without our guidance. A deer has confused this path for a river as [...]
Catch A Fish, Throw It Back
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged America, home, odyssey, train, travel, wisdom on October 8, 2009 | 6 Comments »
A diploma and a ticket for the train I’m buying new guitar strings with my change. Washing conditioned nerves with bottled water down a throat to live off of, the hard work unseen like farmer hands in the rearview mirror of a corn field. Reader’s digest and a traveler’s meal suppressing how I’ve been taught [...]
Driving Along the Reservoir At Night
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged darkness, light, mother, self, water, Woman on December 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s is too dark to see. Headlights illumine only road. No stars. No sky above. 4 tires bear the load of a junk car in the darkness. It’s so dark that tree and horizon all blend into the hole above it all. Yet I can still feel the water. Somewhere to the right, to the [...]
Every Year…
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged Bridges, meaning, Moving On, Nature, river, Words on October 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We never intend our voice to be a mirror after a year. Writing is a release – that means don’t come back. To cry the tear of a reader to pose a question – to describe a lack. The cocoon sealed green opens and the history of those people is a stream reflecting light. Water [...]
Coffee. My Morning Miracle.
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged Beauty, Coffee, Miracles, Nature, Running on April 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The black asphalt leaks steam as the sun rises. A short run prolongs my morning caffeine Long enough for me to travel a mile of rough natural terrain. A man, far larger than me, in a gray hoodie is suddenly labeled a thief, or rapist, or murder… He smiles and runs by. Perhaps he thought I was young or pretty. [...]
A Brief Meeting at Night or Perhaps Morning
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged dreaming, driving, Pastoral, perception, Poetry, reality, Running, Woman on March 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She rises before the sun before I have gone to bed. My headlights catch her looking upset something like undead, As if momentum at some point will take her body further than her feet and with the failure of every joint would accept defeat at the base of the man-made wall of stones from whose cracks grows plants [...]
Moonglade
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged Pastoral, Poetry, Woman on February 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Mirror in the sky, forever barren, passing us by Foot prints like sandscrit on your side. Your face shows the sun, forever outshown, light from a gun your image on a lake doesn’t take our attention. Reflection on the fly we see our face a million miles wide you look the same as the flame in a woman’s eye.
