considering photography

tall gray grasses
blades edged red


air's breath choreographs
tonight's whiskey duel


outside the cotton gin
under a hunter's moon

as a gemini

january 7 horoscope
'you can travel with your mind through books
movies and your own fantasies
a journey through your own imagination
will bring you the most luck'

this great good luck opens a door

to hear aurora borealis' electric song
to taste prehistoric art's density
to breathe in icebergs' frigid splintering shriek
to feel moonlight grace my skin
to see the flavor of these words

gemini horoscope

january 6 horoscope ~ 'could it be that the energy and intention you give to your goals have greater power than the actual steps you take to make them happen? you'll get evidence to suggest this today'

i see it's true
especially now
right now
now
and now

Ode to the Letter G

The letter G is elegant
A green-eyed gentleman,
a cygnet, gliding,
his greatcoat's golden insignia glints.
Imagine: two glances, converge.


The letter G is delightful
Virgins in gauzy garments
gather among fragrant gardenias.
Gazes ascending, an astrological design
signals the night's passage.


The letter G is hungry
A gracious regale of champagne,
grapes, gouda, a baguette.
Indulge in pungent, tangy fragments,
tongues gratified, intrigued.


The letter G is English
Grazing through high grasses
against a zig-zag henge,
the draught horse dodges
village lights edging against his ground.


The letter G is a g-string
The ginger-haired showgirl
greets a surging congregation,
gawking, grasping, groping.
A strange synergy, to glamour's chagrin.


The letter G is enigmatic
A gradual interchange,
or an indigo thought,
imagination rearranges its usage,
guides its flight.

a picture speaks a thousand words

a handmade boat

floats on smooth water

low hills push into the sky

a fisherman stands

his pole, a perfect arc

an unseen weight

pulls his line tight

the man's chest, bare

white shorts balloon around

his skinny legs

is it midday or dusk?

the 18th or 21st century?

the East or the West?

quantum

Reading a well-written science article,
I want to eat the pages whole.

I love science, yet
cannot tell you one single fact
any scientist anywhere would agree to

String theory is numeric jazz,
a way for spirit and light to jitterbug,
roughly speaking, forever

physical reaction to a photograph

when I look at a good photograph
it grabs straight into my torso
my heart thuds, low in my chest

a really good photograph
forces me to sit down immediately
even when there's no chair nearby

a great photograph makes me think one thing
then a jolt flashes through me - surprise!
it's about something else entirely

when I need to look at a photograph repeatedly
or forever
there's vitality, instability, and I think,
"something is about to change, any minute now."