First Sunset at Sea As soon as Sunstepped one massive,gilded ankleinto the sea,Moon and Venuspeeped out their headsand we all watched,wondering howOcean didn’t smolder; how this frail, mortal heart didn’t spark, thenburst, into flame
Reminiscing Coarsegold, California 1937 – for Sam Peckinpah There will come a day, of course,when the wood dies down,when the hearth sits heavy with cold,when the cord turns into a simple sweep of old bark,when the porch itself becomes pitted and looseand its boards beg to be smoke.We were born lean.We lean toward the lean.How
In the Sweat Lodge I must confess the Whale,my totem which appeared on my quest.Not what I expected. I did not expect anything. I thought in humor –perhaps serpent, mouse, fox. Only one fourth of my beating Heart listened, yet there he appeared. I know not this mammoth mammal, this elusive, secretive soul. It must
