My father was one who best understood the shy verse of sawdust and steel. When he did speak, after aged bourbon by the charred pepper glow of campfire, his words would bring dryness to the dark, the way engine-oiled machine parts are ordered and arranged under the tongue. I listened. More than he knew. I saw how his words had shapes, how some of […]
reflection
Distillation: 2
Having grown bored with wisdom, resting by an old fence of fist sized rocks, chalk whiteas baby powder, the young man leans back and shuts his eyes, recognizing the subtle earthiness of not knowinghow a few drops of water spins sugar nests from grain.
Alone again
the scent of burnt cloves and saltwater sticking on her jeans She thinks about roasting coffee that way but doesn’t. The ocean is restless.
A Mountain Prayer
I kneel so that I may remember thiswithout words, this mountain withouta wasted breath speaks and I want toremember the way I felt listened to. So I close my eyes and breathe in the aroma I smell peeled apple and peppermint, mossand dried roses, orange blossom water in my throatand I taste the words of […]
Where the River Bends
Our memories were Once possibilities ofGod’s timeless perfectionOur lives predicted by Laws of grace, our dreamsForgotten by the freedomOf moments lost and foundAn everlasting river of momentsRushing to fall apart again andAgain, more than a mother or fatherGod is a friend, the one who holds us
Different expectations
bird tugs worm out of soft groundworm does not think “this should not be happening.”
Never Judge a Bourbon
By the memories of childhood Judge it by the way it makes you remember Being a childNever waste anything
Melon
somewherein the biofield farmhands announce you buttery blondeand sweet Mcintosh apple blushthey gather around your crib of turfand hail you the prince of the underground they revered you the well-rounded one