*Spell Book*

Sartia's Halo Polish... Even halos get dulled, Centuries of flights in all weather, Missions of mercy and constant scenes of agony, The ...

Rowan's Promise... Rowan had long locks of hair, The color of Autumn fire, Streaked through with chestnut brown. Her eyes like amb...

Flying At Night... Meditation brings a deep buzzing, Like a power line resting on your body, Through your very bones. Suddenly you are free....

All The Things Santa Ana Left Us... The mountains so pretty, Green after a fresh rain, Golden when dry, Boulder-strewn and dotted, They unde...

Where There is Smoke... The scenes look like a fire-breathing minister went to confront the rattlesnakes in the desert brush, Probably with ...

Pastoralis... The vista is immense, Expansive and panoramic, At once immediate and timeless. A water buffalo lives next to a Holstein steer,...

Life On The Small Screen... All motion ceases as the world comes into focus, This narrow lens that feeds our minds like a fire hose, The str...

Dissonance De Ego... I am purposely mixing languages in my title, Just to give a little jarring note, Like the atmosphere around me, A jangl...

The Tinkerer... A gadget is an object of delight,, Better yet retro or steam punk, Whiz-bang spark and flash, Function with flair and panach...

A Poets' Moon... ...can withstand a more varied light, Or forlorn weather, The coldest of winds and baleful gusts. A lovers' Moon ne...

The High Priestess Of Sound... This world we live in is all out of tune, Changed to fix a mathematical error, Sometime back in ...

Autumn In California... A subtle change of hue, Delicate tilt of Solar angle, Tinges of color lend a subdued glow to specific plants and tre...

Brain-Shaking The Universe... A quantum field is the waving grass of endless possibility, Waving this way and that, Depending on the winds o...

I Want To Dream... ...Of a sound, Maybe a droning hum, Or possibly a drumming drum, One sound that lets me see, Drowns out all...

In The Moment... Joy flows from the smallest of things, Sunrise to open eyes, The scent of a grandmother's kitchen, A warm coffee mug on...

Preface to "The Great Book Of Blizzard": The Poetry that is contained in these pages is the result of a lifetime spent mostly ...

The Whirling Dervish Of The Middle Country... They bide their time all the long Winter, Finally dry enough to fly as Spring renews the Earth...

Ever So Much More So... Not a moment goes by in quiet, Clock hands whirl in a furious rush, Every second wrapped in a harried agenda. We are...

Nostalgic... There is something about this poetry board, A feeling, A look, An essence. As close as I can come to holding paper and turning ...

Elvis In The Temple... It was a strange dream, Odd and disjointed, Nothing new for the painters of night graffiti. I was walking down an old...