You were young once, white and gleaming ( Read more... )

I hear coyotes singing deep into the night ( Read more... )

outdoor barbecue
yes, we bought one of those, too.
(we don't like our friends.)

there is a story waiting to take form
a drifting seed waiting to perch, find earth, and grow
the birth and death of stars spin tales in our atoms
i am a phenomenon anticipating a phenomenon
i am love and hope and the maker of things that are human

--no question,
however indifferent our particles,
we are made of love

white rolled insulation, jeweled and cold covers the shadowed side of the world ( Read more... )

Dire Verse from the Office of Health and Human Services

I play the harp of hell with bone-worn fingers,
its jagged song of boredom biting cold.
And at the end of day its stink still lingers,
and linger, too, the lonely, poor, and old.
If old you are to be, be old and wise,
or suffer in the lack of foresight's dreadful vise.

- Robert James Grady