still air

the street so quiet now nothing not a breath of air so still it almost feels a solid thing somewhere north and west of here there is dragon breath lying red across the land they tell me it is coming my way close and even closer the air will move when it comes they say …

we become the reflection (of our art) – a cautionary tale for Ted.

it was the eyes that he noticed first in the night and in the light they could stop the traffic glowing red and it was the jawline rough with a greenish tinge of algae multiplying and somehow it was the snout that always seemed longer than before always seeming to need more length to fit …

George

A short while ago I posted a link to the Australian Speculative Fiction site, to show off a poem that I'd penned to a picture posted over there, called Only the Wind (is free). I wrote a second poem for the same picture and thought it would be wasteful not to post it here on …

enough (windsong)

ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo ooo ooo ooo ooo oow-woo-woo woo-woo-woo-woo that’s enough! I grow weary of wind …

instructions from a (learned) bear

hey sir bear hey wise bear what is the word today read me the news tell me your views I am at your feet   hey wise bear hey smart bear tell me everything everything I need to know ~

at thunder

he raised a staff of lightning up sent a shaft into the clouds with two hands he brought the staff to ground spoke the name of thunder thunder-r-r-r it rolled the clouds lit as though by a light inside- a flicker- a strobe- a message spoke back the sound that the staff had called spoke …

to the moon

fly me to the jaws of life of death of living at the margins fly out beyond the sky to the dark of space to everything I leave behind me and I will embrace the thing that's coming I will take what is there take anything that names me fly high the moon fly high …

a song for tilly

here comes that dog again (labrador lab ra-dor) here comes that dog again (labrador) [a-roof] [a-roof a-roof] (lab ra-dor) [roof a-roof] here comes that [roof] again (lab ra-dor) again wag your tail come and wag your tail strike me with your back and for-ward (labrador) [roof a-roof roof] here she comes that dog again ~

think I star

up through the clouds I think I see stars when I think I see stars I see clouds again the night is so dark I see only so far when I think I see stars I'm in doubt again the dark of the night is a portent of rain but I believe rain when it …

surprise (a big surprise)

some prefer to swim in water others much prefer to fly me I have ever been a walker I stretch out my legs take a stride keep my eyes fixed low toward the ground and I keep my eyes open wide at the first sign of worm I will be right there air-walking as quiet …