Now I write by the light of the moon, Though it is dim, An orb half-full and growing, ever turning on its distant axis. How long since I last […]
We finished clearing the last Section of trail by noon, High on the ridge-side Two thousand feet above the creek. Reached the pass, went on Beyond the white pine groves, […]
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free poems also, I think I could stop here myself and do miracles, I think whatever I […]
Wind whistling through her hat She climbs She reaches for the summit She can touch it With her finger In the air.
Wasteland world Bones and brittle branches Break with weary footfalls Sage saps sweet water from the earth The sun sucks away what remains. Flies in hectic orbit around me […]