The sea grass on the high sloping dunes of sand, sparse, irregular, over-long, a salt-gray green, bends back, backward and away from the dark, white-crested waves. The old man looks out at the day, this day, any day. The wind of...Read More
I. Tomatoes fallen. The plant bent; the stems given up on what was too much to hold. Fallen, split and let to rot. The earth stained by them– a shadow running, spilling a darkening settling, biting in. Ants, too, to pick...Read More
It flew in with the crows, driving the other birds out. And we, we took our place in that space beneath their dreadful wings where promises seemed plausible, and where, in the dark, we tried to keep them. Oh, you were not bad....Read More
In this pose, stretch until you fall apart. In this pose, fall into a dark matter. In this pose, learn that nothing is as it seems. In this pose, make a plea bargain. In this pose, option to become a delusion or a distraction....Read More
1 that old train – golden wheat wet and waving 2 red roof inn the first r unlit 3 yu-hsiang tofu my pants fit a bit tighter 4 a child sees herself in a small puddle saying nothing 5 finally found his futon my old...Read More
How, poet, do you keep the faith? Through every phase You sit down and praise I think I understand prayer And the love for God But when prayers go unanswered In the still of the night When the slave feels the master In the early...Read More
Windflower lives on the Mendocino Coast with her wife and two border collies. Her camera is a door into a journey of light and color and meditation – and a connection with the poetry in nature and her own spirit. Her work has been shown in several exhibits.Read More
How fire has a way of going viral, Faster than a post of a modern-day Lady Godiva On Facebook, and still, there are No miracle cures for the wild things. Prometheus didn’t bring Fire to this world, for mankind To set her...Read More
You’ll have someone else’s eyes, stranger. You won’t see the sparrows in my head. The world will be translucent—the light through orchid petals will break over everything: sun dyed lies. Somewhere deep and echoing like water you...Read More
I have a friend ten years younger To whom her doctor said (Yesterday, I learned) “I give you Approximately five years.” Perhaps for good behavior, it seems She will be getting out a good deal sooner than I. Perhaps foolishly, I...Read More
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