Dreams Printing in Sand

I imagine the sun, on my face the wind in my hair then a child squeals near;The bickering sounds and chasing games, “knock it off… don’t go out of sight!”A commanding voice, a voice that knows its mind, confidently heard,Assured inside but with eyes […]

Father Figures and Silly Sounds

My dad transforms for children.His rational, practical thoughts cede control to aprimal bear.  Perhaps I still remember his iron grasp,and roars, reeling about the living room: Bruza, Buzz, Burr“Ima get-yah!” Grandpop couldn’t stop laughing at toddler me,He would chuckle at who knows what, I […]

A Thoughtless Crime

What if we all lived a life of criminal mystery, not ignoring crime? Examining greasy stains, marking shadows with a chalk outline,Finding meaning in our everyday, mundane, and common things.The color of her hair, the smell of cut grass, and buzzing bees,Could speak volumes […]

A Doves Eclipse

A hairA haunted doe,A shy spooked horse,All know wisdom in running.“Run, flee, before you are caught!”Dark shapes linger in the wings,Racing shadows tied to their tails. Some heed the ostrich,and hide their sorrows from sight. Some like a hyena laugh at the past,calling all […]

A Horizon of Thanksgiving

A horizon, the canvas of possibilities,360 degrees of future waiting for us all.Our desire’s compass points towards dreamsOut there beyond our circle wall. Everyone is headed over a horizon,But in which direction? The wise look for signs left by travelers,our ancestors long past.They beg […]

Never Jungle

My stars are the crossed shive-lights hanging over an upside-down ageless land,where the trees are thick closed canopies, and the birds are brightlike paradise.  Where monkeys howl, and macaws call. My jungle lives near the Marañón and low lakes of the Ucayali. The local “pirates” […]

Car Mine

If I’m a mechanic, I’m a novice despite my years, my experience has only been short diagnostic drives, all ears to the issues volunteered and hidden fears. Some have scoffed at my meager shop, disinclined. Not all cars are happy with my prognosis, and […]

The Fallen Fruit

An apple fell on the footpath.It tumbled, bounced, and bruisedAs it rolled on down the pass. The fallen fruit came to rest in slimy mud,Colored with hues of black and oxblood. Oozing sludge clung to the abused skin,worms and rot feasted, devouring it from […]