From flesh and dreams
to the scratching short of death.
Tag Archives: poetry
In the days of the melancholy giants
One-Eye stubbed his toe
and it took everything he could muster
to avert the flow
and save the town from his tears.
What weight
is borne
by the shadow of our flight?
I know not,
but I know this:
the lower we went,
the closer we came,
and we crashed
when we hit the ground.
Sea swimming
in the sand
searching
for the one pebble
it couldn’t let go
Mystery in the ditch
Does the wiggler want out
or does it eat what I can’t see?
Whatever it’s about,
an ant got the worm
and the strong have their way
in biology.
Greece
Catching bees with chicken
in an olive tree.
OMGILYSM
I have never entered
your inner circle.
But I have walked
a wide loop of wonder,
and worshipped you from afar.
From poet to physicist and back again
What if we,
like the rock splitting the stream,
could split the atom
and watch the parts roll and rejoin
in combos unknown?
Rock, paper, scissors
That relentless scramble for higher ground.
Why you’re gone
What I first saw was nothing,
then the pile of clothes.
They say it’s a good thing.
But I don’t know.
