Category: Poetry

Mountain Lake

I sit with her Placing her in memory Giving thoughts strength, yet In her silence, she frightens me. I rely on others Camping upon her shore To soothe my worry. And although I haven’t Seen her rimmed with snow Echoing the clearest of nights,…

Ghost Story For The Wilderness Impaired

She’s a ghost. I know that. She brushes her fingers along my shoulders and I will look up to find her playing among the trees, pretending to be the wind. She’ll drop a pinecone or a small branch as a reminder. Then, off she…

Rain Jacket

You’ve had a few rain jackets. Some of them have fallen apart, others weren’t a good fit from the get-go, a couple of them ran off with someone else. Still, it’s hard to face the rain without one. You’ve done that too, plenty of…

The Ocean Welcomes Me Back

She knows me. Though, I haven’t seen All that she is….. All her anger and angst Frozen at times, treacherous. I know her From the safety of my footing. She can pull me, She pulls me, I am pulled Not by ebb, but by…

Come at a Price

The amount of alcohol in her drink. The loudness of her laugh. Soft shirt sleeves, brushing raw, coded skin. Tender angst made her… Makes her Voice rise Like dinnertime restaurant dishes. All she said, forgotten. All she would have said, remembered.      

The High Lakes

The high lakes, frozen, clear, Distort reflections of the mountain.   Old men with trekking poles Filter through the forest.   All with some form of Achilles And Homeric hunger pangs.   Drawn to recite soliloquies To the unmoving cold.   Return to the…

The Town That Fell Into The Sea

The ocean hides, sitting low like the winter sun. Its sound seeps through knolls Through sand, vine, and footprints Through trees rooted in confused snarl Threading lightly between our anonymous hands Our faces washed away   Until the lights of Highway 101 Reattach themselves…

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