No Empty Nest

A cardinal rests briefly
on the feeder
another member of my flock
a nut loving bunch
who soar within my heart
past the treetops
among the distant clouds
flitting back, floating gently
or swooping, diving, swirling
their wings ever more iridescent
the rainbow of my eye

Julia Lipnitskaia

Blur of petite loveliness
heart muscle and grit
You have captured my heart
I could never dance on ice
like you, child of my father's
spirit, but once
I too willed myself
into the rarest, thinnest
of atmospheres
where I could barely
catch my breath

Micro Book Review #1

About the most wondrous of the five-star books I read ... Other authors with fresh insights and a sense of humor inspire me.

Adi Alsaid's upcoming release Let's Get Lost is a YA novel you don't want to miss no matter what your age. I was lucky to get an advance copy and cruised through it in two days crammed with other work ... and sighed with pleasure and instant nostalgia when I finished it. It's gentle and ferocious and has a crescendo that is so visual your eyes and heart will burst simultaneously. A must read when it comes out!

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Polar Vortex

Hidden in an Excel file
that interprets
two different ways
to sell a company
and get not rich
but wealthy beyond
one's wildest imaginings
are the words I need
to pay the rent

Bring on the frost
and gusts wild enough
to bring down wires

I want to light some candles

Bombs

Do not confuse
the dance
with the dancer
The music
with the guitarist
The words
with the poet
The job
with the employee
The missile
with the president
The sun
with the light





Copyright 2013 August

Surprises

Every time I write
I meet a new friend
from an exotic land
I've never visited
I wish I could meet her
for regular lunch dates
I think she would order
dumplings one day
and sushi the next
And her hair would be wild
and a different color
every time
Deep and vibrant hues
Today it's auburn
Her skirts flow
Sometimes she would
even take the check

Copyright 2013 July

St. John's Wort

Winging it

he takes the hill

in his usual bounds

but with his hands

behind his back

his face as open

as the dusky sky

hesitates he does

then says

"flowers"

the wild kind

so humble yet

so powerful

defying years of

thickening scars

I knew their names

once

and I know his

(Written from several sources of inspiration, catalyzed by this lovely site.)