Here I am …

Every night at nine

I’m not sure about the need for war. I’m not sure Whether we return when life is done. I’m not sure How the internet works, much less...

A hillside in vibrant color ablaze

Tell me naught of your name.

Forest rain is the best rain.

The most Beautiful Word might be ethereal, or mellifluous … But the most Wonderful Word in the Thesaurus has to be, "Let's." Let's go,...

We follow the bends of the Merced River out of Yosemite. Lupine blooms along the roadside; periwinkle-blue clumps, scattered in the...

Sitting in the sun,

When I lived here as a boy, there were three giant

The campfire awakens

I want to become a shooting star

My grandmother

Remnants of you stick in my gut

Friends forever!

I have a safe kind of fetish But it is powerful and tugs at me often: Pale skin the color of milk fresh from the fridge Does the most...