Wednesday, April 5, 2023


Winter Lament

The snow melted quickly followed by a soft rain.
The hardscrabble road is muddied, it does not drain.

Vehicles parked at road's head, a brisk walk ensues.
The snow is blinding white, playful glistening hues

Where are my cross-country skis? I was not ready.
Watching the pros, they make the sport look so heady.

I fall and get up again, only wounded pride.
I, the novice, barely learning to stop and glide.

Next time it snows, determined to not be sidelined.
To join the venturing crowd, for this I have pined.





Lost Recipe

Family traipse to West Virginia hills
Song of lulling creek leads to places stilled
Yon simple world of all set right

Grandmother’s kitchen of harvest home due
Collards with ham hock, pintos on to stew
Sour milk cornbread's waft of delight!

Wains banished to reap apple tree’s bounty
Greening promise of lush Logan County
Ancient tilled verdant valleys bright
Winter's Duties

Chased from the garden, wind biting
The season's change unexpected 
Dormant perennials resting

Winter sunshine is soft to the eye
Promises of spring to succor
Beckoning by cloudless blue sky 

Soil to prepare, no easy sod 
Holes to dig wielding mattock and shovel 
Thin soil tops layers of thirsty clay clod

The smaller garden lays fallow 
Fruit trees fan out to provide shade 
A quiet space, sparse and hallow

Blackberry hedge, verdant running  
Uncrowded roots relish rich soil
Enlarged space succulent spreading

Soil easily tilled hides hardpan
Mattock breaks brittle compacted
Clay, to mold with ashes and sand

A windbreak of branches and limbs 
Gales unrelenting, bring havoc 
Shredded plants appear sparse and grim

Summer growth is coaxed and nurtured
Birds feast on pesky grasshoppers
By vociferous swarm perturbed 

I will build dwellings for their nests  
Will provide water for their drink 
They keep at bay the garden pests 

Up at dawn, simple existence
Songbirds to awaken the day 
The eastern sky in pastel tints

Wednesday, March 9, 2022


Robot Unproven Zzzz's

Wretched punctuation! Quite daring ignorance! 
Period or comma? Period and comma? 
Bibliography form so differing from text. 

Must not sleep at the keyboard. Dot and tittle creep! 
Must focus on words and text. All else must empty. 

Worries, concerns thrown to side, under. Key pad rules! 
Rule the laptop screen! Rule the text! Rule my fingers! 

Keypad my mind from worries! Perish to flux rule,
Inconstant emotion, uncertainty of thought. 


Wednesday, July 22, 2020


 Umbra

       The concussive wave lifts the ground as the underlying soils fry and the precious water contained therein boils away. The structures are no more and the city of souls evaporates in an instant, in the blink of an eye: in a speck of time that evolved from eons of change, the earth changes again. The minute crystals of quartz in the sands and soils melt and reform as glass. The iridescent colors and patterns of the surface plane are created as the earth itself memorializes the moment. Simultaneously hallowed and obscene, words offered to grasp with the mind the tumult of the braziered landscape.



       Saturo, the painter, is here early to try to get a start on his duties before the office workers arrive. His young family remains at home snuggling in their bedclothes after seeing Satoru off to work. The morning holds the promise of a golden August summer day. The roses are in bloom around the building where he is to work this morning and the waft of the delicate scent delights the young man. Thoughts of his wife surround him as the roses immerse him, a beguiling perfume that his woman wears only for him and this always makes him feel honored. This morning Satoru wanted to take his family to see his father on the farm to the north of the city. The gardenias are in bloom but the maintenance duties cannot be excused and Satoru unloads his paintbrushes, ladder and paint and tries to decide where to begin his task that will be finished by the end of his shift.



        Haruto, the bookbinder, misses his wife of sixty-three years. Her health is not good and the couple agrees she is to spend time enjoying the pristine air and waters of Nara, a mountain retreat that at one time was the capital of Japan. Haruto works as a bookbinder, a time-honored profession that he now teaches to the young who aspire to a humble yet noble craft. Haruto can bind hand lettered manuscripts entirely without the aid of modern machinery. These are his favorite texts to work with and display as the quality of his work is superior and Haruto has wide reknown for his craftsmanship and is widely sought out even though he is over eighty-one years old.



        Asuga wants to practice jump rope this morning. She awakened early and prepared a breakfast of fruit and tea for herself. The apricots are sweet and juicy and the syrup runs down her chin onto her blue smock. She finishes her meal and sees the sunlight shining through the rice paper shade in the window. She waves to her cat who is languidly enjoying the morning as well, his tail flicking back and forth lazily. Asuga does not want to be teased by her friends Chiyo and Emiko who laughed at her when she tripped over the rope the last time they played together.

       The wind is docile this morning with a few leaves gracefully shimmering in the light. The scent of pine is pervasive as the trees flourish in the city gardens and private courtyards. The chattering echoes of several sparrows and thrushes can be heard innocuously in the background. The street vendors are about and proceed to shout their offerings and the market prices of the day. Asuga sings to herself a rhyme she has created to skip rope with while the drone of an aircraft can be softly heard overhead.

Works Cited

1. History Daily. “The Shadows of Hiroshima”. 09 June 2017.

 https://historydaily.org/the-shadows-of-hiroshima/ 

https://d14e8oeg5e788p.cloudfront.net/content/52459/b7ece048f32b0992c709784fa5cb62df.jpg/  

Accessed 31 March 2020.

 

2. History Daily. “The Shadows of Hiroshima”. 09 June 2017.

https://historydaily.org/the-shadows-of-hiroshima

https://d14e8oeg5e788p.cloudfront.net/content/52459/a750419dc4e5cc75a875dda6ddfd259.jpg.               

Accessed 01 April 2020.

 

3. The Different Group. “Shadows of Hiroshima”. 22 Aug. 2016.

https://www.thedifferentgroup.com/2016/08/22/ombre-di-hiroshima-nuclear/

Accessed 02 April 2020.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Summer Reflection

Growth persuaded by summer sun
Persistence leading verdant run
Breeze teased, comforting, sweet relief

Yet same strips earth, giving, taking,
Carried away, unprotecting
Heat singed grass, vine, and thickets' sieve

Hidden from midday scorching ray
Life succumbs to cool shadows play
Slanted light leads to twilight's chords

Infused summer’s warmth, banked earth yields
Darkened sky, moon, and stars to shield
Evening the fiery orb

Tuesday, February 25, 2020


Onward and Upward

Excitement of new beginnings, hope springs lively 
Apprehension, patience, fulfillment of psyche, 
Onward to rewarding light, to painterly words. 

Works of brightness, of heights and lows, of dark sky wrent 
Users and inconstant fair-weather friends absent 
Reaching returns uncertainty, silence, cut cords. 

Tutelage perhaps? Aloneness? Future’s binding? 
All who defined me are dead, reclused or hiding. 
Self-wrought, I traverse frozen winters, iced fjords. 



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