Running With Dogs
My dog is running in his sleep.
He makes muffled noises,
chasing after who knows what.
He seems to be having fun.
Do dogs have nightmares?
His eyes twitching quicker now,
he must be very close
to running down his dream.
I hope he sees me there with him.
Tuesday 1st April 2025 2:49 pm
Dance Lift
We were watching ice skating on television,
and, suddenly, I was desperately missing my mother.
I couldn’t exactly connect the reason why in the moment.
The capriciousness of sadness, I assumed.
She was not into ice skating, as far as I know.
But maybe she could have learned to appreciate it,
and we would have watched it together, had we more time.
The thought welcome, I thanked her for t...
Sunday 30th March 2025 5:38 pm
Just a Breeze
I settle back in my chair
and feel the waltz of a Spring breeze.
I contemplate it's travels
simply to pass through here,
perhaps headed somewhere
it may be urgently needed as it waves
to the shore of my thoughts.
Thursday 27th March 2025 1:46 pm
Course Corrections
My compass is getting pretty old now.
Sometimes I tap on the glass
to make sure of the reading.
The needle doesn’t get bothered
by how often I do this.
The bargain seems to be
even if I ask redundant questions
it will keep suggesting true north.
Tuesday 25th March 2025 4:41 pm
Talented Clouds
The cloud formations come to me free spirited.
They speak without sound. Somedays they sing
all over the canvas of the western sky.
Even though I cannot hear their voices,
I am lifted because these spectacular cumulus
don’t seem to mind sharing space with blue sky.
Saturday 22nd March 2025 1:10 pm
Never Enough
I envy our dogs faces
as they crunch their noisy treats.
Chewing with open mouths,
seemingly as loudly as they can.
Their joy is not possible to overlook.
Even before they have finished,
they secretly hope for another.
Friday 21st March 2025 3:26 pm
Garden Without Sound
I scarcely notice the rain pelting my coffee cup.
Or the small House Wrens near a pile of cut branches,
flitting about joyously, welcoming the light shower.
They remind me I need to get that cleaned up sometime,
but I’m hesitant to disturb their preferred habitat
so, I’ll leave them to enjoy their capering.
My reverie does notice the hush of absence
while I wait fo...
Sunday 16th March 2025 6:26 am
Headed Nowhere
Walking along the trail, the trees teach me
about having no particular place to be.
A peaceful disposition to have, I thought.
“We’re not going anywhere.”, they seemed to say.
“But we have many things to do
today in a grateful forest.”
Wednesday 12th March 2025 2:28 pm
Things That Don't Know Greed
The sun. Plenty of light for all to share,
although it may have some issues with shade.
Our dogs. Okay, maybe a little around treats.
Grief. It doesn't want more than is needed
to show how much love was there,
paid with a toll that can't be spent.
Friday 7th March 2025 3:20 pm
Little Miss Maelstrom
She was whiskey and rain,
with no allusions about their nature.
Two or three ounces
kept the world at bay,
but the storms were always a cascade
of water and spray without redress.
Friday 28th February 2025 3:22 pm
Photograph Album
It was the few empty pages
in the photograph album that got to me.
Like the end of a story not finished.
As it turned out, I didn’t come apart.
I returned to the items and mementos
that were present, finding refuge in the stories
chronicled there on the wordless pages.
Saturday 22nd February 2025 11:04 pm
Listen
Reflecting on your absence
caused me to consider a list
of a few the things I cannot do:
Sort the colors of the wind.
Count the water in my hand.
Or, ask for the sommelier at Denny's.
We always laughed about that.
Knowing all of this to be true,
I would add another item to my list:
Remembering the sound of your voice.
I can see it now, but cannot hear it.
...Wednesday 19th February 2025 12:09 pm
Topography
My memories of you are messy.
They play outside of the lines
and ignore in what manner
we promised things would be,
and how we were looking
at completely different maps.
Wednesday 12th February 2025 12:52 am
Storytellers
All of my scars have a story.
Some I can easily touch. Others I can only feel
below the surface. Some speak of epic yarns
of stubbornness and foolishness.
The wounds I feared most were delivered
by the most talented knife of all, love and loss,
seemingly immune to bandages.
I learned to patch them up with time. In this way
when they open again, as they do, it will be gentle
and they’l...
Saturday 8th February 2025 2:05 pm
A Picture I Took of a Fallen Leaf
It lie there in my path, recently fallen
in the blustery downpour,
having served its original purpose.
Still repelling the rain, not yet succumbing to the deluge,
allows it to form small round windows on its surface
magnifying the petite patterns of the arteries.
The leaf, having discovered a new ambition,
has found another calling; beckoning me
to notice its seco...
Tuesday 4th February 2025 10:42 pm
Elemental
When I was much younger
romance sometimes felt
as if I was chasing a gale, or
trying to negotiate with the weather.
Looking back these many years on,
having found more tangible things,
being in the wind and rain was not
a waste of what my time was for.
Monday 3rd February 2025 3:40 pm
Little Criminals
My daydreams are like clumsy little thieves
poking about for something of value.
Have at it you rascals!
I have some time, and no reason
to put locks on the door.
Friday 31st January 2025 4:25 pm
Automatic Umbrella
We stepped into the downpour
knowing we had cover
under the colorful patterns
of your automatic umbrella.
Even so, we were soaked
through and through.
Considering this now, I think
about shelter; the kind you and I
thought we had, and how sometimes
it’s just not built to keep.
Wednesday 29th January 2025 3:16 pm
A Colder Part of the Year
My friend must have had January in his heart.
Yellow sun days something no longer real,
unable to remember how they felt.
If I had known how deep the struggle was
I would have offered untroubled keepsakes
from the capers we shared on warm days
It may not have helped, but now I believe
I would have at least let January know
how I felt about the matter.
Saturday 25th January 2025 4:33 pm
Tattoo
When hummingbirds alight near me,
like the one tattooed on your shoulder,
it feels like you are visiting.
Maybe you see through my eyes
all the love you left behind.
I’ll tend to it as you would,
to all of it in your absence.
Thursday 23rd January 2025 1:19 am
Leaving Room for Errors
I ask her in the morning if she slept well,
as I almost always do, unless we fought
the night before. Then I am silent.
She lays waste to my anger
by offering me a cup of coffee
while we stand together in our back yard
on a mild summer morning.
I wonder without speaking,
if a pair of birds splashing in our fountain
might be a gesture of forgiveness too.
Thursday 16th January 2025 3:22 pm
Tomfoolery
Sometimes I get angry at my heart
for all the foolishness it has gotten me into.
It seems to have never been afraid of folly.
It reminds me of meeting you at that café,
my silly gift in hand before you took mine in yours.
This Spring afternoon, many years later,
with a bright sun working hard, I watch you
attentively watering the plants in our yard,
indebted to foolishness and all it h...
Thursday 9th January 2025 3:12 pm
Recurring Remains
Tethered by your memory,
you come back time and again.
And here you are once more.
And that's kind of the problem.
You visit all the time without being here
when all I want is just a while longer with you.
Sunday 5th January 2025 2:57 pm
Life on Other Planets (true story)
At the light, a life-worn man
jostled his cardboard sign asking for a little help.
I handed him a five-dollar bill.
He smiled and said he liked my Star Wars t-shirt.
I thanked him for the compliment.
He thanked me for help with his next meal.
Before the light changed, he said,
“Maybe somewhere else we might be Jedi Knights.”
“Maybe.”, I replied, “Hopefully without Darth Vader around.”
Friday 3rd January 2025 3:23 pm
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