To Be the House to be that water in the ocean to be that house that is a tiding to…
[i wake to my own] i told my son i wake to my own world and he is the light…
Looking at Andrew Wyeth’s “Squall” I thought there could be nothing more chilling than Hopper’s “Room by the Sea,” that…
Lovers in a Dangerous Time The earth rolled toward the sun. Some birds thought it a sign they…
Ninety Two He thinks about this: He does ok. Puts 92 in his car (a Lexus) (well, a ten year…
She Paints the Town Autumn Celebration The Old Year knows how to dress for the last act. She has dyed…
Mystical Woodpecker My binoculars are covered in pollen --so it must be summer at last. And here comes that woodpecker,…
Jacht Symfonika Line Composition David Felix is an English visual poet who lives in Denmark. For fifty years or…
Shade I am trying to speak like an adult while the shadow of the past goes racing over the aspens.…
Rain She’s graceful. A wall of flame. She’s beautiful. She’s the lover that I will never have. The morning is…