Thursday, July 5, 2012

One Such Night


Crashing waves broke over sharp boulders, then made their way up the beach; grabbing at sandy grains before being yanked back to repeat the process.  Sometimes they took with them mementos of their exploration.  Aquatic claws gripping a child’s toy, dragging the keepsake under the surface perhaps to one day emerge farther down shore.  Occasionally they brought something with them, depositing it in the rough granules, hiding it in mini-caverns created by larger debris left from storms long passed. 
                On one such night the wandering waves left behind a stolen object.  Their searching fingers found the perfect hiding place formed from earth hardened by years of weather and the trample of feet, both human and animal.  Now, secreted away in a tiny cavern, the relic awaits discovery.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

(This was written by Ann, I'm posting for her.)

She clings to the dead tree.
It’s not that attractive.
As anyone can see,  
She’s just trying to live

Attached to something that
Won’t grow, a leaf, a stock,
Or anything with life.

She clings, she holds, she grabs,
It might as well be rock,
Dead as her hope inside.

She touches the branches,
She smells and softly exhales
It’s time to let go, chances
Are it’s dead, or not well.

Leaves bud the next day.
She can’t see.
She’s gone away.

Thursday, June 21, 2012


Incessant

It’s endless.
The banging.  The screaming.
Surrounding her in resonating torment.
Hair waves from clenched fists like streamers on a child’s bicycle.
Silence pours from lips unwittingly torn open.
Light dulls in eyes no longer screwed shut.
Buried within her mind it continues.
The banging.  The screaming.
Somewhere a child cries.