06-01-2012 Unsteady on his feet, the old man wanders the hallways of his prison searching for an exit. Like a gagiit, the Haida indians’ lost soul, one carried away but whose spirit is too strong to die, he caroms from one world to another in his solitary limbo.
03-01-2012 Blinding yellow clusters against an azure sky: the Cortez trees are in bloom again this January.
I’m supposed to be packing; my flight is on time. But the zipper of our past is stuck, and I can’t get this bag open to save myself.
Like acrobatic biplanes dragonflies buzz overhead in the dusky light Soon the mosquitoes will be feeding off me Clean sheets on the clothesline blouse in the breeze, evidence of my virtue. Let me sleep in its sweetness tonight.
Another canine traffic jam at the door. Sit. Stay…. Okay Like lit bottle rockets they launch, rounding the corner of the house to some imagined danger I cannot see. A thousand toads bleat and honk,while rain sizzzles on the roof. The pond is full. Finally, the drought ends. Sharp air, frost on the ground, myContinue reading “Three Little Pebbles”
Tree of life The tall stump stands rotting, heart hollowed, covered in vines, epiphytes and moss. The sharp clear voice of a warbler rings out. Today Blank computer screen A brain… time book review