An Impure Primer

A beastly catechism dog eared brown cat  drenched frozen green halo. I just kwikzilver looked. Mighty nice mice nook. Opening opinion pending please query queue quorum. Run straight toward universe vast wobbly. Exit your zero.

Song at a Border Crossing

If this be your love come away with us come away. If this be your love steal away with us steal away. If this be your love come free with us come free. And if this be your fear songs smiling ear to ear songs that give no take – unhinge the gate of your…

Feast of Epiphany

Epiphany In the straw burrow farm mice. Get a little closer and you’ll see Nits in baby Jesus’s hair, lice, And a house snake in the olive tree. There’s beer on the breath of the three Sage men sitting under the olive tree, Playing games of cribbage, Ushering in a new age. The pieces are…

Drizzle Rain

A trip of plovers paused wading in the wet sand of an ebb tide each one after another across the sloping beach stopped and pecked and ran on. Up on 101 a swarm of workers on a wet sidewalk in winter huddled at the bus stop waiting and each one hopped aboard and nipped and…

Epiphanic Cat

A kin of kindly epiphany, unblinding, not whiskey aflame in your raw throat, a mud dog’s bouche to your uncupped groin, but the silent soft brush of a cat rub against your leg to say hello and please pay attention to her.

The Awful Truth

How awful to be foul all of the time. One should wise up once in awhile. But uneasy, those strange gods above us, all who stir to one thing: “Three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.” * * Rick to Ilsaat the endof Casablanca.

Banana Yellow Sunrise

About fell asleep waiting on doctor to comeunder beguiling wall poster of limbic system. “I’m going to give you three words, and I’ll ask for them back before we’re done.” I repeated each word after her:yellow – yellow; banana – banana; sunrise – sunrise. Then she movedfor the cuff and I rolled up my sleeve…

Untitled and Unfinished

The tall fall fires out west follow the humongous hurricanes blowing across the headline news, shooting embers across the dance floor valley, licking into the canyon columns of textual innuendos of who belongs here and who doesn’t. The wind and rain and flickering flames know no such distinctions. All belong to the sky and forests,…

Fall Calendar

The           Falling           A         l L       l   L is into W t e all   i h a u   n a falls g   t t fa h   e fall la     r   la…