just a dog – on the loss of a true heart friend
I prayed to the gods of several heavens
to permit me to bring him home,
to give us some time – a day
an hour, a moment
of peace before parting.
Loss
the lovely ones
it’s always the lovely ones who brave this world without a shell, fated to feel everything, to snag themselves on every thorn, strike every sharp corner of this brilliant chaotic world. yet they rise and rise again undaunted wounded but alive, shake themselves off and look the word straight in the eye … Read more
Moroccan Elements – Part 2
on hearing the voices of children late at night from our riad deep within the Medinah…. last night last night, just as I closed the door to consciousness and stepped into the cool blue anteroom of sleep, I heard the voices of small children, rising, falling, echoing through the house, familiar voices … Read more
the heart of nothing
near Danish flat, just past yellow cat, the highway drops from the hills, flattens into an arrow pointed straight at the heart of nothing at all. my father was an Ohio farmboy, but always loved the desert would stand staring into it for hours from the edge of the motel parking … Read more