
Mish-Mash
Cinder blocks elevate in an obsolete breeze
powder puffs of pink videotape the masses.
Lemon-lime apples tart & sweet,
my fever rages on, hot with need.
Tides permeate the lower grasslands,
neon spectacles of fright
and immense longing,
reeled in one antelope at a time.
Friday Flower

Vicissitudes
Who is
What is
Where is
God?
Why and When?
Not to mention How…
Wordless Wednesday

Austere Lament
hearts quaver
in somber wake
of laggard lapses,
a crystal clarity
all faith denied
minds slow and sedate
in earnest repose
free of unseemly query
bodies recoil,
horror vivid
and unyielding,
incautious and unwise
darkness
sparing none
Blech

Friday Flower

Tree Creatures: A Prose Poem
The complexity of the leaftode (leafus arachnidias) has astonished the scientific community since its discovery in 1957. Half-human, half-arachnid, the leaftode has enjoyed a resurgence these past twelve hundred years. Some point to the melting ice caps, others the demise of ancient Greece. This orange-red, bristly invertebrate makes its home among the sheltering leaves and branches of the oak, the linden and the chanticleer pear. These tiny beings, nomads of the arboreal, romp and play with a ferocity becoming noble warriors of the realm. Slip-hopping from leaf to leaf, the joyful leaftode shimmies with mammalian-ecstasy amidst its signature cries of munny-CHEEP!, munny-CHEEP! in the early spring when temperatures begin to hover above sixty-seven degrees (F). Leaftodes, due to the hybridic nature of the species, chiefly feed off the discarded waste of homo sapiens. They also crave, in the colder months, tree wax, shoelaces and hard plastic. Because reading material is hard to come by, what with the logistics of transport and the vagaries of atmospheric conditions in its home range of the Midwestern United States (the leaftode DOES reside in the out-of-doors), the intellectual acumen of this 5-legged, dual-sectioned species leaves (pun intended) much to be desired. But I would never hold that against them.
The Ides of August
you were just in the right place
at the very wrong time
for me
for my future
for every dream
I’d not yet allowed
myself to dream
all that followed
hailed true
to that awkward discovery
no pleasure, tenderness none
just shame and regret
methinks you knew exactly what you were doing


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