Star Fluff
In the spaces
where
dust gathers,
we find
offerings
of sacred debris—
Category / Poetry
Otter Skeleton
From pelvis to
lifted neck,
a graceful curve.
No limbs or skull.
Partial Return
When Dylan first asked “When
will we ever learn,” I thought
we would. I believed Kennedy
when he told me I could make
a difference. And I saw
Martin Luther King’s dream.
Baroque Concert
Lips on reed
fingers on keys and
stringed wood
cradled close.
Dirt Bikes
Dirt bikes are fast.
Cool.
Fun to ride.
My Sister
My sister is sweet
When she puts her hand on my hand
It feels like an Eagle touch.
Haiku
A graceful runner
In the wide open desert
A powerful horse
Surprise on the Caye
I open the door,
Walk into the morning light,
Sit in solitary silence.
Perfected Beat
The melody starts slowly
With calm control
And starts to rise only
When the baseline starts to roll
War
Guns sound
Throbbing the large city
Fear is rising
Children scream