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You keep me in a corner By the door Or on a hook on the wall Next to the door, Or worse, Cramped in a dark closet Where I collect dust; Closed and shut-in Unnoticed and unappreciated, Like silence in a noisy room. I watch you...

The thinning of grey clouds To feathery fluff Floating apart until finally A full moon radiates Soft light beneath a dark velvet sky. A doe, her head held high, Ears up, Silently staring into the treeline Across the moonlit...

We met Buratta in a dish of sliced peaches ripe and white, sprinkled with basil and balsamic on toasted baguette in a narrow, sun-lit small-plates restaurant its entrance at its side, away from the street, in a brick-lined...

Poppies along a wall A cistern where birds Might dip their wings Your key is all that’s left. Once skies alight with birds before clouds tight with dust shadowed towns. Nothing left but stones and broken homes. children beneath...

Poppies along a wall, a cistern too, birds dip their wings. Your key is all that’s left. Once you saw skies alight with birds but clouds tight with dust scarred the town. Nothing’s left but stones and broken homes. Beneath dust...

threat of loss spills like a splash of oil on a hot pan. Burned in a flash yet pain lasts long as memory brushes the skin.

A Bullsnake elegy He’s a paragon of rectitude. Like spiral time, he has no reverse gear. Agent provocateur, creature without guile, he turns up only when we least suspect. Emissary of innocence, a world without dimension, he’s a...

In noiseless passage through the quiet dawn a Barn Owl crossed beneath the drift of our groaning basket midnight’s muffled thief daybreak’s sated raptor patron of the desert’s edge rastering the woodland’s providential floor on...

Cetaceans glide along the gradients where planktons whorl and nightjars follow moth-light through the dark where hominids trail the moose and elk along their branching pathways strewn with sugars proteins enzymes fats the stuff...

This is a place quite unlike any other where each thing stands apart where nothing seems to be like any other thing at all sharing nothing but the bristling atmosphere of iron-shavings on a magnet where everything’s on edge...