Current poems in progress...

Summer born of fire
Leaning toward the source, exposed
to see a little truth unclothed.
But it's arcing and sparking bare wire
It's not contrary to wisdom, can't be
dog days yet, can't be

Folktales told in circles, infinite loops,
jeweled constellations, unchanging movements,
ballet, expressions of love, a food chain
described as a web that never stops
catching us as we fall.
These are the answers
to each of your questions.
Here is the response
to your antiphonal psalm.

This struck a chord with me. Thank you

That single sunflower in my garden,
taller than me, blooms as big as a dish.
It dips in the wind and faces away
from my window, always away.

monotropa uniflora
is science speak for one turn, one flower: indian pipe

Tae Bo

I do Tae Bo all day.