Category: Nature

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Oksana

A blue bike leans against the iron railing. It is bright summertime in Ukraine and the railroad lady tends a garden full  to blooming with cucumbers, beetroot, squash she bends over in a frock like livery. Her blue buttoned uniform blossoms from beneath the frock, the cuffs kissed with splashes of dirt kicked up from the motley flower pots. She hears a distance whine— she unties the bow and drapes it on the … Read More Oksana

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Stars & Stripes

Stars and stripes & a purple ponytailjiggling up and down on the windingroad fur-lined in Douglas Firs andpocket-bullys straining on chains. 

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Crustacea

Legs like barnacles swing wide over the heady stone wall to await the coming storm — such joy in a white stucco worldof butterflies and garden gnomesand fistfuls of choices for breakfast! 

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Locus

Each day is a new micro communitya locus of control as blurryas the great Egyptian plagues of old. Swimming upstream has never been easier yet they sit there on the white rockspretending to drown. 

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Ancients

Jealous, she callsfor stardust and raises one fist high.  She’s a miracle-years-old and younger than 

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Attempting to Make a Point

Poetry — what an objectively disagreed upon reality, filled to overflow  with such things like fringe combs  and metallic tea jugs. Best now to bring it to a boil, to set on  the balcony railing and let seep 

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Waiting

Legs like barnacles swing wide over the stone wall to wait the coming storm.  Such joy in a white stucco worldof butterflies and garden gnomesand fistfuls of choices for breakfast!

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Kaimana

With fistfuls of ocean, I scrubthe soles of my feet— exhausting flakes for the fish food watching the waves lose pieces in a fist fight with the breeze. I got a whole lotta sand to figure things out. The sun will wait for me patiently kissing umbrella cloudstil my blue towel be set near that low wall. Not for the first time do I wonder how long this will last.  Harnessing light from … Read More Kaimana

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Wright’s Beach

If I am caught hold tight the strings against the seagull’s squalor and tight against the fading light. The children shriek a sandy progress and to my expedite delight the winds that harness heaven’s hurry take these piercing shrieks far from me. Far, far above the landscape the corners of me

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Surf Guru’s Three Rules

The waves on south shore Oahu are limp during the winter months. Adrenalized surfing doesn’t take place until April (really mid-May), when surprise swells from the Tasman Sea rip into the bays of Waikiki and Ala Moana. Sudden waves barrel on top of longboards, chipping them against the coral heads exposed during low tide. And such a surprise swell last April!

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The Road to York

  Days ebb into days again nothing so precious all chokeholds relax — I feel the spring breeze become the spring breeze the warmth of the morning sun the morning sun. With my eyes so rid of this fixity, I see peripherally —

Announcement!

Available in paperback and e-book, Articulated Soul is a collection of 50 poems in five categories (Kansas, Austria, Indonesia, New Zealand, and Hawaii). These poems catalogue the many fragrant emotions of living abroad on one’s own, the sites and smells, the insecurities. Supplementing the angst are 25 original collages, expanding the metaphor of influence and creativity. Grateful acknowledgment is made to the editors and … Read More Announcement!