Author Archives: Plain to the Ridge

It is all green and blue, great big extreme blue bigger and deeper than any ocean and on the hills yellow pink and white The rivers are gurgling, spilling out raucous muddy browns swirling sloshing whites Small birds with emerald heads bounce up off the fence wire opening wings wide only as big as myContinue reading “now spring, the color of sun”

like a tirade against me, it rains down. Onslaught after onslaught, the house shutters and the skies strobe with light. My dog noses onto my face as I gasp for breath between sobs curled next to the bathroom heater. It drowns out all feeling. There are buds in those garden beds, how could You beContinue reading “Hail storm”

I struggle today in the name of us, a difficult day to find faith in our path, focus my mind on conversations not yet had, unable to quell parts unanswered. I know you are busy now, hundreds of miles off and away. Unresolved in my own efforts to make sense of all that is andContinue reading “Just that time of year”

Small flecks of snow move down so slow in front of the church out the kitchen window . Each moving along waltzing on and on like a soul ground below, then gone . There across the lot it is my flake I spot drifting free and pure filled with fear I am not . InContinue reading “a poem for You”

could it really be 12? because they keep saying 13 makes more sense, 13 moons and all. I used to see it that way, or beg it that way, but it seems like an awfully big lie to maintain for generations. 12 is also a better number, or a safer number, as I see it.Continue reading “new year”

A steady stream of snow falls down out the window None of it has stuck but this round keeps up and hope stirs as we head to our darkest days At least when the sun goes all the light is held in white skies and white hills and takes up all the space of soundContinue reading “A sunday snowing”

Not being able to put the damn book down, I stretched it out the best I could these past few weeks. In the coffee shop, 3 or 4 pages, and then a pause. My body muddled with an odd emptiness, a sadness, none of which are the right words. I believe I have been fortifyingContinue reading “Finishing Dalva”

I wake with one eye swollen and mantra in the mirror I am seen and appreciated loved and deserved – The swelling is going down and I walk into the early morning down the road to the river where the dog runs lopsided, making a job for himself and above a small sliver of moonContinue reading “a cold future when the sun is gone”

Downtown is covered in a cloud. There is no sun in sight, and time passes without memory. The church down the block wavers like a mast, and beyond all the spiny trees and buildings slowly vanish into the shroud. These days are like dreams, yesterday too bright and hanging on all the moisture in theContinue reading “November 1st, 2023”

and begging a sculptor, its seems Told no, turned away or I may cast off my dreams What is this madness driving my days, a full moon body taken by a woman’s craze It stuns in my tracks, like I am watching a show and gasping and pleading not to go, yet there she rollsContinue reading “I am as brittle as clay”