poetry

Explaining why Sarah is no longer her best friend, she turns to ask for a light. He sucks a breath of smoke, “I’ll give your father three camels if you’ll be my wife.” Her friends giggle. “Are you crazy? Gimme a light!” A tomato turned inside out is a strawberry so ripe its seeds have … Continue reading humming

As she elegantly strolls by in the crisp winter air, he screams: “Meat is Murder!” She halts and turns toward him sympathetically. He looks puzzled, but only for a moment. Then his legs and arms re-tense and, squinting, with even greater vigor he screams, “Fur is Fabulous!” She looks around and slowly backs away. He … Continue reading street scene

tired tired too tired for wonder lay me down in soft, warm dust beside a lake in which stones float and the forest stands quiet and gray tired too tired to wander let me be on my own couch where the door locks out the world where I live wanting nothing no fear, no fear … Continue reading psalm

There was no swimming in the lake that was made by damning a river but sailing was permitted, and running across the water in the wind you might lean the wrong way and get thrown in. In the cool fresh water soon would come the question of how much time you had for a swim. … Continue reading illicit swim

In a bin the size of a small sand box, red worms consume egg shells, digest peels of hydroponic carrots, and give up their castings to feed tarragon, oregano, and sorrel.