Category Archives: nature
A Great Blue Heron by the Texas Gulf
A Dry Arroyo in Rural New Mexico
Parable of Characters
The sky doesn’t ask the bird, why it has to fly. Neither does the wind question why the lion roars. The sand does not ask the water not to ebb and flow. Nor the grass why the gazelle leaps so gracefully, so feebly. The snow does for us to judge the ice for its bitterContinue reading “Parable of Characters”
The soundscapes of highway 183
Soundscapes of the stars as your sleeping in your car. There’s this concept in the humanities called reflexivity. It’s essentially the idea that our lived experiences can define our epistemologies and ontologies: So, what does it mean to sleep in a car? The rushing of the highway, the scratching of Velcro on windows and rustlingContinue reading “The soundscapes of highway 183”
Pinnacle Mountain State Park in Autumn
People are afraid of adventure. And thus in my exploring….. I tend to wander, solitary. I’ve seen oceans, streams and forests. Held the water in my hands. And I no longer miss the moments passed, nor dream to hold another’s hands. In this silence, I’ve found purpose. I no longer yearn nor need. My troublesContinue reading “Wandering Alone”
The Dancing Dragonfly
Little Dancing Dragonfly.Your Wings Wander With The Winds.Prepared AlwaysWith Lips Which Love.Among Souls Shall You Sound Serene. As You Fly Unto Foreign SkiesAnd Arise Round The Gloam’ing Lean Amidst Their Lilting LakeYour Touching Charms of Silver-GreenAnd Iridescent Lace.
It’s Saturday and I’m asleep in my car at a Texas state park underneath the stars. This isn’t where I thought I would be as I’m approaching 25. It’s beautiful and chaotic. The Gemini twins must be guiding me. I always thought I would be a singer. Since I was two years old, this isContinue reading “October First”
Baptism without the rain
Welcome to New Mexico Now you may think that it’s dusty You may not notice it’s beauty at first But I hope dear friend after we spent so much time in the cold together that you can also see the beauty beyond snow in these dry landsCertain people think that the desert is always aContinue reading “Baptism without the rain”
Ocean are you sad when the fish and sailors leave? Do you miss the creatures that have left your soft embrace? Are there messengers you wish hadn’t come into your mist? How does it feel to fade away? Can you ever wash their memories away?
Moths and Moonlight
I grabbed my two suitcases and two personal bags and at 3am, I headed to the airport to begin my new life in Texas. Just as I threw my bags in the backseat and my guitar to the side, a mariposa Bruxa or perhaps a polia scattered across my front porch and into the Uber.Continue reading “Moths and Moonlight”
The Tiger and the Olive Trees
The tiger grabbed the olive branchAnd bruised across the ground. Its leaves were hanging down. Now the olive trees don’t grow near tigers keen. They spread their seeds with the wind.They don’t remember the reason only the feeling of being pushed against the dust. Forgiveness has settled from a distance. But the memory remains insideContinue reading “The Tiger and the Olive Trees”
Still seas. The water broke in white waves at my feet. It pooled around my hands while coral and barnacles pricked my toes. Little hermits clung to the rocks with loyalty. The turbulence within me . . . the sea stilled by the skies and waves breaking upon me. Upon my breasts, upon my feet.Continue reading “Still Sea”
Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts
“Oh my!” said Crystal to the trees. “Why did you lose your leaves?! I love your locks of spanish moss. I like your auburn colors, pines and spurs! Now, tell me why. Why did you cut your hair?”And so the trees replied: There’s seasons we grow through. There’s very few parts of our bodies weContinue reading “Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts”
The onset of sunset
The southern winds blow through the bluebells beside the creek. The onset of sunset arises to greet the lilting lake. While Aside the street, the dust of spanish moss falls soft on fallow fields; fallen red speckles hidden in their caresses Blazing star blooms dense beside the swampland highways And the twinkle of chimes fallsContinue reading “The onset of sunset”
Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress
The writer the seamstress and the spider met. And the writer said to the seamstress: Why do you stare all day at thread and spend your days spinning silk? Why do you stare all day at words the seamstress said when the sky is crimson red? Why we are the mistresses of our own fate-Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress”
Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug
There once was a fern in a forest far away. Then one day from the East a ladybug left her garden green. The lady bug and fern soon fast friends said to one another: what a friend you are to me! Illuminating all of each. Ours is a love envied by the vines and trees!Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug”
When is it okay to reroute? Are these dead ends or only roads not yet paved? When do we depart from our original destination and commitments? Afraid of the future-You hurdle towards the seas and cliffs. Bounding, leaping, crying weeping. Too prove you are awake. To prove you lived through another day. Scribbling frantic melodiesContinue reading “Reroute”
Waves won’t you wash over me
Capo 5 G a C e G Waves won’t you wash over me? G am C And heal (em) my broken soul G? Waves won’t you wash over meN’ Make these pieces whole? As the white waves hit the ground I was lost now and found. In the space of the great profound. I wasContinue reading “Waves won’t you wash over me”
The boundless rain
Since I left my heart beats out of pace. What kind of sign is it that without you and with this vast distance, the doctors claim my heart beats with the rain?How funny! And how strange? The farther I am from home-The more increase my woes.And my heart is truly breaking I can show you,Continue reading “The boundless rain”
Angels on the Breaking Blue
Angels on the Breaking Blue. You swim with me and I with you. The sea it calls us from the shores, to hear it’s sonic celestial roar.
Rotting Remnants. An obituary for the Orchid
Today the orchid drowned. Her roots so rotted that her glamor was concealed in the foul stench of death. Her leaves, which once were pompous have now wilted with the thieving hand of rest Her ivory flowers once so decorous giving joy and grace are now the rotting remnants of putrid and poor shape.
A month from now. I will grow up. Glow up. And you’ll remember this rosebud that you left in the dust who you tried to pluck, for now I am grown up. My pith has gained in width. My stems are longer now, my branches have more thorns. My sepals are not run out. AlthoughContinue reading “Glow up.”
The Seduction of the Sea
The foam rises like knives clapping against the rocks.They never fail to slap the shore. The higher they rise, the harder they fall. The white waves consume the earth. Swallowing souls and songs in the sea. She spares no one. No one left to breathe. And the further you swim into her arms, the furtherContinue reading “The Seduction of the Sea”
Where is home?
Vagrant Never native Nomadic wandererWho crossed the northern seasThat smelled of salt and crystals green Who traversed the forests and the prairies She an Emigrant I asked the cranes, seagulls and crowsI asked the spiders and the toadWhere should I make a home? And the gemini twins my guide Starlight and moths in aural flightContinue reading “Where is home?”
It’s 90 degrees and the asphalt is a blanket of snowThe black crickets chirp-Sacred wise angels and protectors The Cottonwood blows while the dogs scrounge the rio and under the girth the bindweed n’ pink morning glory glows.
The birds must drink their mead to sing The grass only dances with the breezeThe river charts her path with the guidance of the seas The stars only shine when the moon rears her wreath But our love is corrodedNo more can it be The rust we created Between you and me
Trumpet vines to pass the time. Nightshade to fade away. Morning Glory More poems and stories. The snow of cottonwoods. The birds that sing too good. Foxtails still soft and sweet. Rivers and and trails to greet.