my morning forest

my morning forest

is alive with songs

the woodrail and the morpho

blazing azure wings

and the broken clock tempo

of their syncopated melody

blue tanagers flit 

and scour to bring food

back to their baby 

in the bromelia nest 

on the gallisimo tree

their dusty blue wings

and the sonic allure 

of their tweeting

heavy in the forest air

like broken wind-chimes

kissing and piercing sky 

the mild wafting 

of faint smoke and humidity

from a slow burning pile of leaves

the sun creeps its tendrils of light

through the canopy and it 

awakens in a phosphorescent hue of 

glowing green

thriving in primal chivalry

silver threads illuminate in my window 

where the orb spider has woven

her mystical path and ornate design

a symphony of cicadas rises

like deafening flutes

in the key of “f”

i watch with coffee and human glee 

for another day to be here

and be breathing

i feel my air weaving me to the forest floor

damp mineral soils intoxicating

my heart strings becoming entangled 

to the tree roots

so that I can listen intently

to nature’s pulse

amongst the trees

thriving in her sensuous singing


if you see a man

standing alone

far out at whitepoint sand bar

cast net flung

its braiding over silvery fish

barefeet in the crystal sand –

that is my father

a focused brow

and capable hands

skin sun kissed

by the salted gulf

he’s there throwing dreams

in his net

letting nature soften

his edges by 

a southern sky

as sure as shore

he’ll get it right

on this side of the dawn

the clear waters

reveal sand-dollars

and stingrays glide

like grey discs

the dolphins

and the manatee

water moccasins 

in the black stream

sharks alligators

and flying fish

you are all those things to me

writhing scales

bursting the net

i hope your life

was what you wanted

it to be –

so if you ever see

a gleaming figure

of a man

salmon sunset

barefoot in the salted sea

throwing dreams 

and gathering things

in safe harbor

it’s the man 

he will always be to me


my father 

paper wing

what else but a decadent moon

glistening light 

off of the paper-wing butterfly

sending messages 

written by stars

on the black veined outline

of her flight

as dark as night’s destruction

like ink from god

you reach for knowing

you fail to grasp

that your ominous existence

is part of the wreckage

that your breathing 

is what is hurting

them all

far away

what if you could reach me

right where i stood

instead of longing

for the leap

instead of thirsting 

for the drink

what if i could give 

you everything you need

instead of a vessel

that always leaks

coming up short

and disappointing

what if i’m just too

far away for you 

to capture me

love feels so wide

i fear to lose

myself in its 


a moan

a moan

and some weight

early morning night

fall into the moon’s whiteness

let the silky stars

kiss your face

rugged and coarse

against my feminine

make me know you

in a different frame

broken down

the old

burn into my eyes

what you’ve

always felt

but never said

strangers arms

stranger’s arms

are like an unknown love

unsure that you yet

dislike the other

before the mirror shatters

and the flaws slant

your smiles

to rain over once warmth

a contented slumber

before familiarity

disfigures your

handsome face

before i attach my limbs

only to be slain

before i trust in lips

that only lie

before howls turn

from pleasure to pain

take my hand now

as we drift