That is what they call them, Those celestial beings of the forest Frozen in acts of worship. I saw one, in a shaded Grove one rare morning, A Fir I think, in full flight, It’s crown of Salal bursting out In every direction, a...Read More
We all stopped, early on that Friday morning To let the family of deer through, A small heard, no more then twenty In both lanes, we Sat still on the road, With no protest to get back To our crowded day, As the mother and her...Read More
This world has only Two true directions: Towards and away. The big fear, in the end, is to awake and find that You chose away. That the hand Which held you down Was none other Than your own. Remember, The pursuit Of that which...Read More
HEMLOCK HILL YOUR DESTINATION, YOUR CHOICE The sign says it all. The Hill is where you end up when you are living on the tendrils of a receding world of recognition. Sooner or later, it happens to all of us. The disintegration...Read More
We are here. We made it. Yes, the Earth is gone, but we—the lucky and best— have come to this place. We few out-tested, out-bid, out-smarted the unchosen to spend years in storage, months in preparation, grueling as it has been,...Read More
The sky is yellow, the grass blue and red. Photosynthesis has twisted physics left of center, stranger than where it used to reside. Earth so far away nothing learned there applies anymore. The star-bound trip here, at the very...Read More
I give in to the vibration and rumble, not to mention the horrendous pressure tearing my teeth out. Like a carnival ride, a twist and shift in directions that shock my body alive changes my equilibrium. Born and raised on ship,...Read More
And when she awoke, the darkness was so complete she could not be sure her eyes were open—or, if even, she was awake. The whispering of the rain at the window—groan of joist and beam in the wind—could just as well have been a...Read More
From this writing desk I see Out the window at my side A young father with two sons Trio up the street through sun and shade. Dad stops to kneel before the oldest boy: Something about a shoe. His tanned head down, He reaches to...Read More
Roof was a good dog and he loved Iris, had since the first day we’d brought her home. He barked when we pulled up and I got nervous all over again, and when we walked in I held her down to him and said, “This is Iris, Roof.”...Read More
A pair of mallard ducks flew frantically above the red tiled roofs before banking sharply towards a large pond. They glided into the calm water agitating its smooth surface. The male, with a distinct fluorescent green head and...Read More
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