All poetry is about hope.A scarecrow walks into a bar.An abandoned space station falls to earth.When probing the monster’s brain,you’re probably probing your own.A beautiful woman becomes a ghost.I hope I never miscalculate the dosagethat led to the infarctionof my lab rabbit again.All poetry is a form of hope.Not certain, just actuallike love and otherContinue reading “Small Craft Talk Warning”
Profound. Vital. Emotional. Force. Powerful. Presence. Intelligence. Voice. Spirit. YES.
When you doubt the world look at the undivided darkness look at Wheeler Peak cliffs like suspended prayers contemplate the cerulean the gleaming limestone the frozen shades the wildflowers look at the bristlecone pine a labyrinth to winding wonders listen to the caves sing silently remember the smell of sagebrush after a thunderstorm that LexingtonContinue reading “Accepting Heaven at Great Basin”
The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. -Federico Garcia Lorca
“It is dangerous to leave written that which is badly written. A chance word, upon paper, may destroy the world. Watch carefully and erase, while the power is still yours, I say to myself, for all that is put down, once it escapes, may rot its way into a thousand minds, the corn become aContinue reading ““It is dangerous to leave….””