Sporadically Brian
Withering Weather
time stops for no one from buried stone to floating feather get in line we fall together the creative mind rebels when all is subjective from every perspective we choose to decline to decline see [...]
Losing Touch
languishing in late summer’s backyard surrounded by the intimate drama of family rented time recedes into obscurity the ridiculous wants and needs of stuff the clarion call of youth fades out and about they speed-walk [...]
The Fall
helpless a rush of sensory deprivation long-forgotten dreams disarmingly soft cushioning the darkness mocking security broken a brutal flash of internal light the proverbial fawn impactful yet curiously ephemeral random fulmination chaos the shock of [...]
Another Tuesday on Widgeon Way
bird poop on my shirt sleeve finds a finger up my nose bunnies in the clover munching grass between my toes the neighbors all are mowing mowing everything that grows my sweetheart smiles and walks [...]
Ruined Portal
a world that’s never been framed by long-passed glory it’s man made stones hauled unceremoniously from a thousand miles downstream crumble now before freedom’s green green grass of time where are the mothers who cooked [...]
Our Backyard
the earth is burning in our backyard we sit among the flowers legally buzzed drinking cola and soaking the raspberries yesterday’s drama is but a hazy sad memory ragtag remnants of war without end a [...]