Category: Portraits

Words can paint, each letter, a bristle of a brush. The sentence becomes a stroke. Paragraphs shape objects. A portrait needs no beginning, middle, or end. When we look deep at a painting, we can’t help but wonder why the Mona Lisa smiles. If you look deep enough at portraits, close enough to pick out desire, they jump out of the frame. The frame is the story. Break out! Break out!

One Spin Around

She’s not the one you know Not from long ago Those ancient structures gone The timing was all wrong   Arrows missed their mark Mixed with heavy spark Gone is all despair Lost in exosphere    —-No need to remember, she feels the spin… Continue Reading “One Spin Around”

Mountain Rain

Up here, the rain might not end. The mountains yank it down. Leaves, thistles, and remnants of yarrow, who only months ago relinquished their hold on the land, now find themselves pummeled into a wet carpet. You walk cautiously. You think of snow. A… Continue Reading “Mountain Rain”

Weathered Shirts

He wears rocker shirts. Wears one for a couple weeks straight. Mötley Crüe, Maiden, Def Leppard. After a while, they turn into a fuzzy beige, frayed, stretched, slept in. Matches his forehead above them, receding hairline, exposing a weathered field of grease and veins.… Continue Reading “Weathered Shirts”

The 99 Cent Lady

Her eyes…opaque. If you look into them, she won’t return your greeting. Her sight fixes upon someone who’s not there, as if the air holds a face that no one can see except for her. In words you don’t trust, she tells you what… Continue Reading “The 99 Cent Lady”

Wishpoosh

Denny and I, with his Wasco legs, inside Gifford Pinchot… Late, when the dust of the gravel road settles, fast, into black… We cup our hands, to make an old whistle, like the hoot of an owl To settle our minds, to settle our… Continue Reading “Wishpoosh”

Love Letters

She’s a tangent, planting words in wild rows that release constant seeds, adrift, landing upon her skin, a skin she reads to herself. Her heartbreak, an apocalypse of reincarnations, dust on the floor, dry paper, bits, clumps, wheat lost from the chaff, molded to… Continue Reading “Love Letters”

Bough

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Indeterminate

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Silent Friendship

The deer mouse comes out, when the night covers the entire sky.   Through foliage, appearing in little instants, eyes gleaming black, tail flying behind him. He’s in the peripheral of your flashlight as his jump crests the undergrowth. His business, a serious endeavor,… Continue Reading “Silent Friendship”

Utterance

The road—a language. The forest—a heart. Two voices. Both twist around mountains Where one can lose oneself Or be found.          

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