That Which the Swallows Bring to Mind

the peppered sky chimes in the key of swallows. arcing northward from central america, dual citizens of the torn world, though native to the unity. wonderful yet I find myself dispossessed of wonder. like the birds, we all sleep under bridges of one kind or another. when the core competency of a culture is strategic […]

The Returning

we two, on six brooding feet traversed the sandy trail, an earthen record of morning walks, strung along the ruins of an old forgotten campground. I could see children bursting out slappity screen doors free into the sun, fingers raking through the tall grass, laughter fading into green shadows. it left me vacant, alone with […]

So On I Go

in first light I wait for birds, they, so snug-up to their nature, too real for the human amnesiac who cannot hold his own but in patches and pauses. so, I ask the silence for a birdsome aptitude, a way of mind to occupy that gaze into the dawn. near and far, through a singing […]