Spring showcases the regenerative power of life. A time when the desert blooms and romance intensifies.
A time when heartfelt words to old loves, sweet muses, and dear friends seem the most appropriate. Please enjoy this collection of weird affection.
- Glow – Musings of a wallflower. Feeling like an outsider and overlooked. Watching somebody confident that you wish to be.
- The Hitcher – The first throes of deepening attraction.
- The Direwolf – An ode to the bluest eyes.
- Yesterday – One time my friend Jane asked me: “Can you write without pain or a muse?” I thought about it a lot. I can write without pain or a muse, but never my favorite lines.
glow
i never burn
very brightly
maybe
i’ll never burn
at all.
i glow
softly
phosphorescent
like
foxfire
i live
to watch
the arc
of your
shooting
star
the hitcher
we are not
born
for the piss-elegant
facades
of a
gilded drawing-room.
your
simple energy
pulls
me to
truth
i am
all i
have
to give
and i
am enough
i will travel this path as long as it will take me
i will travel in peace as long as you are mine
(Mt. Katahdin Trail – Maine – October 2018)
the direwolf
someday
when the earth
is no more
than sea and desert
when the icecaps
are melted
when cool springs
and crystal lakes
bake dry
in the punishing sun
humanity
will only have
your resplendent eyes
to remember
the icy thrill
of glaciers
glittering softly
in the morning sun
a canid
phantom,
those eyes,
tenaciously
cutting
across
the ages
(Berg Lake – Canada – October 2017)
yesterday
i have borrowed
the wings of your
unburdened spirit
now let me rest
the windings
of my febrile mind
and aching body
against you
hold me in the
quarters of your heart
where you keep
youth’s bright convictions
and luxurious absolutes
keep me here unless i drain you
hold me near until i am free
if i can repay
a fraction of the hope
you have restored to me
i would be absolved of my sins
and for handling
the sacred
spark
too
freely
(Eastern Tiger Swallowtail – Chardon, OH – July 2018)
