Nemophilist
Deep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden sky. Deep loam callssilent size 4 footfallsbetween the swaying fernsand hoary beards of ancient giantswatching…
July 2023
Temporary Beauty
I plucked a rose oncefrom a gardenwithout permissionslicing it quicklyfrom the stemwith my jacknifeand carried it all dayin my pocketslipping it outfrom time to timeto smell the summer tanguntil at…
What The Heck is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia?
Ahh phobias, wonderful things that stop you dead in your tracks without warning, like that spider hanging from the ceiling in the root cellar or a loud noise in the…
Lightkeeper
Dirty sock – hanginglifeless from the hamper rail,redolent of touch footballon the lawn,or perhaps the lazinessof an 11 year old boy,scrabbling in the emptyrecess of the second drawer. Greasy dishes…
Ceraunophile
Feel the electric, ions charged,swooping down, bending trees,whole,it roars in my ears. I stand, feet planted,and wait for the tiger,to lick my face,in the dark. Hands touch, silent static,burning, unspoken…
Psithurism
Who doesn’t love the gentle sound of wind in the trees or the rustling of leaves? I grew up on an Island, in what is known as a temperate rainforest.…