Fire

           Old men sit together and munch on cheese.               It crumbles down their chins and catches in beards.            Soft fire lives within their circle.               They hold onto one another’s elbows                  and watch the young person                 who hurries past and laughs.            They are old fiddles.               Their wood is worn … Read more                 Fire


                                Do Not Betray Me

      Man created dikes, canals and bridges to conquer the ocean.       But from these cardboard boxes, the puppy splashed and tumbled out.       He tossed golden sail boats, gobbled beach sand, then spit it up again on cliffs and rocks.       For old slippers he nibbled at tree roots and docks, crunching wood, devouring … Read more                                 Do Not Betray Me


My Bitter Coat

             I wrapped myself in a bitter coat.  It smelled of leaves from the bottom of the pile, without sun, where worms burrow and life rots.              The coat fit snugly, but occasionally, I shook it upon others and wounded their eyes or soured their smiles.   I was without smiles myself, for the … Read more My Bitter Coat