poetry – Writing At 1 AM

The Old Man in the Mountains

Not a memorial. Just memories.

I can’t say it all in one go.

Water on Montana Stones

Once upon a decade ago,
an open valley, east of elsewhere.
Ghost barns and broken fences
and rolling roads under Montana skies.

They say she died. As if a life so liquid and large could simply stop. No, she moves on, overflowing the banks, washing away broken branches and fallen leaves. Born of rose petals and cannonades, A flash of light crossing the cosmos. Laughing out loud at a Sunday café And long roads taken on summerContinue reading “For Camille”

Polygons & Jane Goodall

Far away from bombs and broken hearts we walk in sunshine shoes plodding on concrete hand in hand She talks of polygons and Jane Goodall Polygons are easy and animals can do crazy things She knows the news She’s heard of war She’s heard the air turn blue with the names of despots and doltsContinue reading “Polygons & Jane Goodall”