Poems

Poem

Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

of the valley, villages are embers

Poem

I am the word juggler.
I juggle the words
like swords.
I slice sense
with poetic license.

Poem

There is a place (believe me,

            she said) where if, if

                          you go beyond

the street lights, to the lane's end,

Poem

                   ...not white like the snow

 

more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat

with her ripple-patterns melting as (oh,

 

but she's beautiful) you stare

Poem

This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.

To enter here, you have to shrink

and slow down, down. A day

is one tick of the clock, one blink

 

Red Cherry Red
Poem

I spied a small lonely boy.
I was his beautiful red balloon,
from morning through to noon,