of three to be wary

the gray woods hunter
the old lake man and his wasp
the black, spine-tailed wolves

empire hill's glass palace

oblong atrium
life hung from sun-touched trusses
high above warm stone

the featherlight companion

pearl fell from the sky
an ivory drop of rain
returned gently home

pointless as a scream amongst screamers

hardly a message
twisting through the spinners' hands
find me out here, speak

rhinocerous flight

stout horned avion
lumber buzz bolt leather son
cradled by your sky

walls mean nothing to this woman

honey golden glaze
drips beneath the parapet
coating stone and earth

perspiration glidewire

tied by hot spring skies
glowbright fish, they slip and move
dance me light wind blow


(inspired by botchs)

the builder's hammer

labor long blossom
beating relentless down blow
frame bloom tap tack birth

anticipation morning

sharp sounded hollow
a single marbled footstep
our faceless herald

tiatain

head placed in a stream
trickle song play by blood flow
calm expanse clear day

skywash

I looked to the clouds
as a million water drops
chanced to find my face

the inevitability of smoke

shades of vapor white
cannot help but drift about
into our corners