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Category: Poetry

  • 13 Haikus

    Electric outlets:The holes look like lil faces.Like they’ve just been shocked. Kitchen light with dust.Dust on top of fatty grease.Dead bugs in the dust. A wee lil nuthatch,Upside down on a pine’s trunk,Enjoys a lil snack. The lilies are gone.Seed pods grow where each blossomed.Infinite lilies. Two doggy ears perked.A squirrel jumps limb to limb.Unseen…

  • The Fluttering Tree

    There’s a young quaking aspen in the forest bordering my backyard. All around it are young maples, oaks, dogwoods, and cherry trees. I’ve watched them grow over the past five years. But there’s something special about the aspen. Even in the faintest breeze, so faint I can’t feel it on my skin, its leaves flutter…

  • Two Minutes Left

    She was ripped out of the damaged hull, and he was sucked out right after. They tumbled through the sky and the wind roared around them. She screamed. He dove toward her and wrapped her in his arms. “This is it, baby,” he said, grinning. “We’re about to be out of here.” She was stunned…

  • Short, Short Story

    Ordinarily I would have felt mild disdain for the woman with a valley where her waistband pinched into her enormous stomach because how could anyone neglect her body to that degree, but instead my eyes filled with tears as I watched her whimper her way out of the vet’s office holding a carrier which contained only a worn blankie. I wanted to give her…

  • A Leaf’s Final Dance

    In the middle of the end of autumn, I lay on my back in the soft blanket of fallen leaves coating the forest floor and looked up at the oaks and the maples, who were mostly undressed. Each time the air whispered its secrets to them and to the birds and to me, dozens of light yellow…

  • Sitting on a Park Bench

    Sitting on a Park Bench

    A lone maple leaf detaches from its life source, fluttering down into the pond to join its fallen friends already soft and brown with decay, the first casualties of an inexorable winter rapidly approaching. A fish hides in the leaf’s shade and nibbles off a snack. A bigger fish lurks deeper, hungry. The leaf fed…

  • Poems for Buddy and Rigs

    Poems for Buddy and Rigs

    Buddy When sunlight hits his golden coat, reflecting the divine, It makes me feel so fortunate to know that he is mine. I pause to soak in all the light reflecting off his coat, He looks into my eyes and sets my human heart afloat. He’s humble, shy, and caring and he shows it with…

  • Rain Cloud Mind

    Rain Cloud Mind

    My mind’s a rain cloud, soaring high, Its thoughts descending, passing by, Creating ripples in the pools, Of memories past, unneeded tools. In every droplet, every thought, A giant universe is caught. Its creatures live a billion years, To us it’s just ’til my head clears. The smallest drop, a bright idea, Reminds my nose…

  • Reflections

    Reflections

    Windows to different worlds No two the same Interpreting reality Contorted, beautified Two ocean suns merge The bottom more vibrant Than the one above Yet not as real What seems real Is just another reflection Of what, who knows An infinite number of reflections Into eternity, the source lost Memories of feelings More real than…

  • Morning

    Morning

    The first trace of day appears on the horizon, a dim, surreal pink conflating with the dark blues of the atmosphere, breeding an ephemeral tinge of beauty. A low-hanging cloud begins to glow a slowly brightening red, then orange, from its edges to its heart, and a white-throated sparrow awakens from his slumber, whistling his…