Explore the human condition
In a high-sided dell the trail turns back on itself,held down by loose river rocks.I slow there, forced into procession by the earth walls and sliding stones. There’s a blackberry bush that welcomes all comers:tooth-bristled branches leaning green tongues outtoRead more…
It was those few important degrees above ice as we raced through the wet forest this morning among the green aliens.The desiccated husks of anise had no sweetness for the sky.The river was too busy to look up, pushing hard,Read more…
Bent over his lap,he was a samurai. Nothing deferred him from his work.The hot sun layers down red lacquer on his neck.The late spring foxtails scratched the soft skinof his lower back where the shirt rode up.On the other sideRead more…
A thousand lacewings caress the bare black skin of the river. Overhead, the last fat cruisers of spring’s rain steam across the ocean of sky toward a crash in the mountains that will exhaust them deliciously and have no name.Read more…
The Goddess of Flowers is grinding her teeth. Softly luminous, tethered to a million fetal pieces of spring She is clenching her fists. Birth pains ~ maybe. And a hatred of the bare, twisted branches she is trying not toRead more…