Poetry

Batter my boat Wide-spread Water make your breakers shake my hull ...

Everything that rises must converge; or rocket in reverse. I ruminate, lifting fallen coleslaw.

If tonight were the word's last night might I spend it striking the anvil of rhetoric ...

Obscurely yet surely backyard birds simple & further from corruption with the wonder of wings call us to praise...

This morning, two scrub jays in a scrub oak look out over the canyon ...

Like all of us who carry hidden pain, he soberly performed his task that day ...

An anxious mind is paralyzed by choice. The angel doesn't offer choice but birth ...

How can we stomp it out? all the rude crude smashed glass & heartache ...