Face on Mars
The path was there before anyone human trod it A random formation in nature On the lofty cross the white-gowned angel lifted her heels At your finger’s touch the…
August Dream
Why was my father wearing a blue formal jacket when it was so hot? It was summer in Oklahoma and over a hundred degrees. He wanted to know where…
Landscape with Parallax
Above the pecan grove, two curtains of rain, one turning purple, the other another of God’s interrogations, What makes you believe you are? Seen by the left eye, a…
What I Might Have Done
Sleek starlings flying low ++++over whitecaps on the bay ++++++++++remind me of Ortygia, so far from where I am, ++++exactly where I wish ++++++++++to stroll the white stones…
Time Capsule: Summer, 2001
It’s night in a subdivision whose name fills your ears with forest, and you’re sitting in a gazebo whose ivied trellises you’ve never seen in this shade of streetlight,…
Manic Aubade
Yes—cradle, then rain, sun, sand-box and rusted chain- link, baseball in the diamond by the playground, first base, first kiss, home plate, then heart- break, first house, black granite…