the little house in August…

the little house nestles in the yellow grass ringed round in whirs of songs of endless summer insects sits waiting silent in the soughs quiet in the sweet airs as they kiss their August songs against the eaves around the trees and all along the … Continue reading the little house in August…


delphinium dreams

delphiniums droop, blue-winged bloomings, not a hint of flight but the feathered teasings of billowy breezes, that laughing, passed them by at night they dream, I think, of unstemmed delight - dipping slipping drinking in the troughs of silver streaking tails of untrowable stars whispering … Continue reading delphinium dreams

I am night-heavy, day-laden, and tired wishing for the hesitant as petals sometimes rain from falling somehow skies in their blushing die while I ever I remain I ponder how once all the maybe universe resided in your hand and how once your hand pulsing … Continue reading


this space which you have never inhabited holds you all the same contains all the silent disquiet of your absence and the un-echoing never of where you do not stand the unwary word remains and carries your voice just as if just as if I … Continue reading elsewhere