Here’s a poem from a gentleman of my close acquaintance, who, 16 years after we first met, continues to surprise me. He’s also the master of Marigold House (at least in human terms – we all know Bandit rules all), father of my child, and a poet in his own right. In this poem, he…
Month: July 2014
Wood Grain Magics
Spent part of the morning staining a fence, observing the swift and easy rise of minutiae by which Life lets us know how relentless it can be. How long, i wondered, would it take for the small legions to take down this fence? A little longer, now, where the stain drags time down to a…
Stand By
Nope, haven’t disappeared entirely into the summer’s journeys. Stand by for new essays and poetry about the tour – so wonderful, thanks guys! – and what followed, family reunion complete with funeral, memorial and spiritual bubble blowing. And that guest poet is in the works, too…. very very soon.
Prairiepomes 