Friday, May 5, 2017

Blue Eyes



I was about seven. We got up early and piled into the car to see a solar eclipse. A park? The beach? Looking through polarized film. I don't remember much of that sun. Rather, remains the ever-after image of dad's eyes's, his ring.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

"Dust Light, Leaves" - Christopher Buckley




An excerpt from Christopher Buckley's recently released,  "Star Journal". One of the fine contemporary poets of the California Central Coast.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Desert Bloom



OK. OK. The last schmaltzy desert poem.
This goes to my Mary Oliver bad imitation phase.
I'm over it. I promise.
(kinda)

Fiat Lux




One of the few remaining photos from my life on the Back Forty Ranch.
One of the best.

Desert Sage



Yes, a romanticism that in retrospect is overdone (wince :)
yet true to that time almost two decades ago living alone on a mountain top.
Seeking.  My homage to allusion.

Prometheus




An Ars Poetica written about seventeen years ago on the Back Forty Ranch, long before I knew what an Ars Poetica was; seventeen years later this poem's meaning remains mystery to me. 
Seventeen years later, that mystery still compels.