Breaking Hearts, Broken Children

The shootings here in the Springs, and then yesterday again, in a Virginia Walmart…So many families and communities torn open, devastated because of insanity with a gun in hand. The guns are a problem, but insanity is the bigger one. Sane people can manage their guns with safety and good sense. The biggest problem here …

Purdah

I am not a tootsie rollwrapped up to keep off lint and dirt.I am a human being.I have personhood and dreamsambitions, likes, desires,yearnings and creative fires… I have a life to livethat is my own. I have just angers, I have boundaries, mine,not yours. How ignoranthow arroganthow mean of youto think me nothingbut your lollipop. …

Pioneer Cafe, Montana Morning

Ladies of a Certain Agegirls no moreexcept in the heart:What Life has givenyou have takendespite the dreams you had,despite intentions and resistance;Age acquiring resiliencefor survival’s sakewhen life is hardor dull beyond endurance. Power in the circlearound the cafe tableevery morning, every dayexcept Sundays, maybe:Ladies, old and agingsocializing despite,because of Life;finding, making, sharing power’round this table…and resilience,endurance,and amusement–even some days, …

Anticipation

Sitting warm enough at my window, watchingthrough the weeks,the leaves all turning,dying, flying–Autumn draining of its color,of its spicy scents and allits memories of Summer… Winter churns and blowsnot so distantly it blustersup among the peaks,breathes out across the plains, all flurrying and hurryingto reclaim the air,the land, the bleakit seeks to hide beneath the …

Ashes in the Oracle’s Mouth

Helen, oh Helen!You silly git!You pretty face,You great lack-wit! Paris, perspectivewas never your strengthJust please yourselfat any length! Menelaus,big as a bullyour heart pumps bloodand that is all. Agamemnon,greed for powerscours your life linehour by hour. Achilles,as honest as killers come–kill and be killedis your personal sum. Hector, oh Hector,where else could you endbut dragged …

LOBSTERS ON PARADE

Across the abyssal plain,in waters weighted with the entire oceanand as utterly black as night can be,lit only by the thrashing sparking flaringof creatures bizarre by any notionof ourselves, the lubberly kind… Across these heavy deepsin measured tread of little feet crustacean,they march, determined in their questwith thoughts in mind, if there is any thinking,of …

THE MAGIC HOUR  a sonnet of art and age

Stare not at the Sun, we’re oft reminded,But in the Magic Hour, as the Poets tellEyes can gaze and be not blinded–The day’s work’s done, for good or ill. The Farmer comes home from the field,The Baker from the baking;The Vintner casks the final yield,The Maker ceases making… The Magic Hour, the Artist cherishes–The Hour …

Autumn Storm

The earth does what it doesand always has– Storm bellowing,Flood rushing,And the reeds bend;Trees sway and sometimesgo roots up;The waters wildsweep the landforgetting former bankserasing damsthe diligent beaver built. _____________________ The tempest swoops inoff the oceanwhere it trained,charging like a heavyweightout of his corner,Knocksthe ancient weather vanea-tizzy,sets the ponies running in the wind;Slapsthe last of …