April 18 Baiku
Leafless butler trees/ Serving up platters of sky/ Our bellies growling/
Leafless butler trees/ Serving up platters of sky/ Our bellies growling/
The heart is a muscle The heart is a fist it’s strong and it’s wary, this beast in my breast. My heart has been sleeping My heart has dreamed dreams – It wakens, now, flexing, it growls and it gleams. My heart is gone hunting, My heart leads me on Through starless dark forests, on … More Heart in Darkness
On the last Saturday of my 40s, I drive alone to Fish Creek to take the Sunset Bike Trail at Peninsula State Park. It occurs to me as I review the map, then fold it into small rectangles and put it into my back pocket, that if I live to be 96, it’s a decade … More 9.6 Miles in September
An old house, these woods / sunlight drips through leaky trees / on the forest floor /