A Twisted Relationship
The two twisted friends
that have ruled over humans,
Shortening the distance between
known and unknown,
Blurring the line between
rationality and irrationality,
Faith and fear
took a dip in … Read more
Dave S.
Is There Any Light?
Eyes skimmed through
the trending searches on Google
Oh, another one!
May their souls rest in peace
The wise brain started speculating
Who was he?
Black or White,
Asian, American, or … Read more
“Boulder feels like a bubble. And the bubble burst.” — Ryan Borowski, Boulder mass shooting survivor
When I first arrived in Boulder
I remember heading to the Deeter’s
boarding house—that was
almost sixty years ago,
on the “hill” as it was called,
an eager student looking… Read more
I Touched You Once
I touched you once
In a moment that came in the afternoon of a day
Almost 100,000 years ago
Your breath felt in the wind … Read more
Let’s Address Our Aging Infrastructure, Man
The bridge to platitudes is girded by mass shootings,
paved with cancer and Covid, bolted with the alloy-
thoughts ‘n prayers we shorten to TP and roll-out
on comment feeds … Read more
Observations in a Supermarket
I pass pink roses wrapped in cellophane
and pick an orange, lemon, and a peach,
then bag an artichoke, Jerusalem strain.
I get striped toothpaste, … Read more
Death at a Rest Stop
A scientist tells NPR-
Vultures poop on their legs to regulate their temp.
A reporter engages this entropy in a teasing blurb.
She will tell us more later because
there’s … Read more
The Little Visitors
She sings by the fire
Earthen floor swept clean
And hard-packed from years of feet
She cracks the shells and separates the meat
Years of toil have separated the woman… Read more
The Moon Goes Round Again
Covid riding the night sky. Dawn’s wakeup
a constant replay where I’m on a carousel,
a March hare at a carnival, round and round… Read more
Cat-astrophe
There was no denying it, the cat was a nuisance – yowling at night, rummaging in garbage cans, tipping over an occasional flowerpot, demoralizing the local bird population, and in … Read more
Ragged Mountain
Everything these days seems to bleed.
The sky goes all rose-colored at four—
a thin stripe hangs over the rolling land.
Heavy rain has washed … Read more
I Am The Master
The satin box of hubris exploded
covering farmlands with grey ash
Truth danced outside insolent ears
suffering from selective hearing
Why arrogance has a steel … Read more
Wreaths of Confetti
It could have been a piece of a kite
A propeller dislodged from a toy airplane
Or a frisbee – splintered by time
These piles of brightly colored festivity
That … Read more
Malleable History
History,
a meek friend of mathematics
has long grappled with a factual identity crisis
cooked by the privileged ones
under the guardianship of intellectual colored … Read more