Snow grows where yellow leaves fall, to the heights of skunk cabbage along winding mountain trails. Wind blowing in a ravage, the trees dance inside it all. Through thick sheets of hardened ice spring blades of defiant green, a bluebird sky’s beckoning. From the ache of such stillness to the pain of new movement, the… Continue reading The Rhythm of It All
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High Country Haunting
Spirits stalk me in my sleep with count-down timings and pillowed double meanings They haunt me down the hallways and wait up the stairways. They follow me from swamps to mountaintops. Entities slither through aspen trees keeping watchful eyes. They comb through cypress moss… like caterpillars dropping on my head, like black widow spiders crawling… Continue reading High Country Haunting
Rocky VII
Some snowy lullaby inside a tribal Telluride, so I can take you to voluptuous grounds, where moons hang upside down. And I will melt down mountains with twice the electric timing. Hitchhiked with vans, white as my fingertips. Blow luck to bits— falling with stars— and me back home inside your arms. And I remember… Continue reading Rocky VII
Sound Deck
Late at night, I go out to the deck to smoke a cigarette and soak in starlight before bed. The downstairs neighbor’s music fills the air with temple bells, Tibetan bowls on repeat— lullaby romanticizing this view of unpolluted constellations and magical Whetstone mountain. A midnight cyclist surfs the Nordic track, tires humming like a… Continue reading Sound Deck
Swamps to Mountains 