Tim's Step Stool

Sunlight warms its wood

 - loving strokes in the shape of hands

whorls of light layered brown and gold 

like gleaming hazel eyes.

Scars stipple the skin of the legs and bench -

Pale, rippled,

etching deep the satin flesh.

Still standing  solid and certain beneath garlands of devil’s ivy- -Thriving writhing vines -   a wreath for worn edges -  verdant  with unapologetic life A gleaming presence in his eternal absence.

35 years gone.


It falls like a gentle poison, glazing

blood and bile - a slick and sickly sheen too thick

for breath or breadth of thought, muscles lazing,

eyesight hazing as though facing a lick

of light and shade - the flicker of candlewick

that limns the mind but obscures the fine crease

between skin and bone, beneath heart and ease

that pleats the soul delicately, like lace

so fine it binds the loosened fragile piece of self forever lost to its rightful place.

We are Pendulous

Time braids our bodies to earth

sticky spider silk

plaiting minutes in pouches

dangling like bushtit nests

caressed by wind and rain

ephemeral as buttercups

fleet as the crows at dinnertime

in a leaf-fat autumn dusk.

We are pendulous

expressions of the endless now  possibility.

Rulers on the Rampage or Time Will Tell

Those flagrant vines, all piss and breeze  -    

-The rich and rapacious weeds who prevail  

upon the bony arms of limping trees

to shelter their limbs that clutch and flail

at meager branches grown from wintering roots,   

and seek the summer’s sap in lifeless mud.             

Beleaguered fibers thirsting for green of shoots

to feed the brazen thrust of greedy leafy buds,

all doomed to never bloom, yet sprouting creepers 

who finger fragile core of fleshy fruits

where sleeping seeds burrow ever deeper

awaiting release from suckering brutes.

But love quickens Gaia’s feracious womb where seeds erupt to smother weeds’ voracious bloom.

Water Lilies Ballet

Water Lilies Ballet

A frolic of dustlight

a merriment of sunlight

slowly deliquesce 

into arabesques of color

violet shimmer, cobalt gleam

cadmium yellow, viridian green 

tonal mist glimmers the air 

a playful pirouette of pigment

sending sense of sunlight asunder

Yet below, quiet wonder,

a muted requiem of hue

cobalt swirls with palest blue

vermillion fades to rose

A delicate dance

in shadowed depths

Sunlight plundered.

Coffee Solitude


Ah, bliss

Just a whiff of mist rising 

licking my waiting lips.

This fragrant kiss

too rich to resist.

still I linger

Watching a finger of steam rise,

A swirling cirrus blurring the blue 

And lifting my eyes

to rippling sky loud with clouds 

tossing sparrow song, crow clamor

and inner chatter


A moment of wonder

winging, singing, flinging me

into caffeinated gratitude.

Solitude Ah, bliss.


He poured umbra over his shoulders sluicing color off his back to puddle languidly in desolate corners and seep soundlessly away spilling frail filaments of lost light his grief made lucent

Eurydice's Crow

on lusty scrape of wind, she soars to settle, hushed,   

too dense with lilt of pine and sun to rise anew 

her satin feathers rest yet fluoresce air, unrushed, 

with languid fragrant breath of slow perfume

tainted wild and wrestled from wind and shadowed sky

and froth of flagrant tempests yet to bloom

she’s harbinger, soul-singer, soothsayer, spy our mothers’ muse shining through stygian gloom.

sunset at sea

All day the sun had danced on these fledgling waves

jagged hillocks gleaming like rumpled silk

limning the peaks and valleys the ridges and folds with silver glints of fire. 

Now as the sun retreats to gild the hills  

the waves rekindle its fevered touch

tamping it down to drown in fathomless depths

Swallowing it whole to sink below wrinkled water

to resurface as hammered silver jewels A burning grace


it sits on the tongue 

coats it sunny yellow

buttery melt lusciously sweet

it licks the back of bare knees 

a puppy kiss of ticklish bliss

mornings it teases the lips

tingles them pink

savory sip potently deep

middays it warms the arms

with azure breeze

breathily etched, sunnily fresh

twilight it bedazzles the eyes

in winking skies

shimmery swing radiantly bling 

it babbles it sings 

it chimes it rings 

this flagrant fragrant chorus we sing happy  

Oaks Bottom Bog

emerald womb, wet, fecund, 

seizing sun’s fertile light 

grazing roots of thought, soft,

tendrils glazing duckweed floats

quickening flow of blood and dew 

to open our throats like the Pacific chorus frogs 

who burp songs where they sit 

and loosen our bent wings to flit and dip

like wrens and wood ducks come to sip

birthed whole and well in this wild 

where green sings

in radiant elvish tongue hallowed tune

Daylight Fireworks

For I shall take my summer’s ease beside

these trees, whose teasing limbs unscroll to reach

my filigreed railing perched on high,

Their piney fingers teasing, trailing, to beseech

And beckon me to conjure wings and fly

with hummingbirds, goldfinches chickadees, jays.

in raucous, rowdy glee, winging sparks aloft

as we  flicker, twitter, glitter the ruckling sky

with sizzling  pink, and brilliant  blue.

And ignite excite the brooding clouds with blazing hue. Daylight Fireworks

Sneakers the Rocket Kitty

Sneaker-feet poised, tail aloft, she pauses on the top step

Surveying her domain. The space she must conquer.

Eyes slit to sapphire gleam

Jeweled vision engaged 

She harnesses lurking breath, bewitches the air.

In a whisker twitch

she launches into the firmament she conjured,

The narrow stairwell stretched to infinite longevity.

Fleet feet winged with feline need.

She descends, traversing space at warp speed superluminal impulse

and propels her nine pounds of boundless bundled gravity into the oak door


Sleek tail curled in the shape of satisfaction

She sashays away 

Surveys her domain Conquered.



All ashes and ache, 

I hover beneath the loose blue lake of sky.

where crow wings sing like slick of oars

And fireflies light their goblin torches, flit and flick 

of darkling gleam. 

Backlit clouds scull across the sky,

streaming a higgledy-piggledy calligraphy of runes 

to untether my scuttled hope and

sweeten my ale to caramel cream.

Summer in Motion

A gabble of petals, a ramble of leaves, a scramble of stems

blooming full tilt in the vase, drifting sideways, bending, leaning, 

loosening leaves, drizzling petals 

that soften the table with pastel drifts sweet as first snow 

butter cream daisies, blushing roses,

winter white dahlias

stirring the air with the sway of porch swings and  

hammocks and rowboats and floating fishing string Summer panorama of motion


Ah, bliss
Just a whiff of mist rising
licking my waiting lips.
This fragrant kiss
too rich to resist.
still I linger
Watching a finger of steam rise,
A swirling cirrus blurring the blue
And lifting my eyes
to rippling sky loud with clouds
tossing sparrow song, crow clamor
and inner chatter
A moment of wonder
winging, singing, flinging me
into caffeinated gratitude.
Ah, bliss.

Puppy Sitting

The windows flung wide, chewies and poems tossed aside

as rain rushes down and down to bless the pine trees

We pause, puppy and I, to taste the green that eases

the air between dripping sky and puppy fluff

that sprinkles our sofa and rugs and rhymes

It is sublime, this moment free of time Just us sitting and sitting by the singing rain of spring


Somedays the sun hangs listless

Half-lit, tilting toward nothing but sky

limning only the tips of clouds.

Beneath, bird breasts gleam flat matte 

They offer blurred paeans on

fluttering wings, held breathless 

behind sluggish glass. Restless.

Maybe we can breathe for them

Just whisper a bubble of faith 

Until the sun remembers  The taste of summer breeze on its fiery tongue

The Things Left Behind

His sock hangs off the edge of bed, 

rumpled sheets flinging

it aside long-legged jeans peek out 

from the pillow, unfluffed 

and lean, a blanket trails a blue 

question mark on the floor.

A journal spills interrupted dreams 


books dribbling pages littering pencils

So quiet

only a sigh of wind whispers behind the curtain

Ghostly motion

unbodied motion  Holding its breath in the empty room