As Moon Beams Fade The tiger prowls at night, hunting moon beams as its prey. Wandering apparitions sail the darkness, searching for a place to rest. Landing past dawn,...

So Much was Possible Then— ...

A Good Deal I don't like empty vases populating my tiny house but after uploading my listing of the car I came across a blue Ming vase. Not...

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

I’m from potholes in the bóithrín road limestone walls whitethorn bushes aged fields and mossy stones drip-drip hedges before a blue farm gate apples rotting under...

Barred Owl Wind ruffles her mask, white down fringed in black, her dark eyes steeled to the task. Hooked beak wide she drills the air with a caterwaul of...

Dry Splash All these years we’ve been worried about the sea levels rising, when what we should have paid attention to was the fresh water levels falling. Long-forgotten riverbeds...

A Question Of Identity On her 90th birthday she looked in the mirror and tried to identify the face looking back. She felt the same as ever but...

In Love with Blue Blue is my favorite color. My car is blue—bright highlighter blue, easy to find in a parking lot. My front door is blue—a...

puddling late summer sunbeams fall through forest leaves wet with recent rain my path beside the creek slippery with puddles mud and round wet stones without warning a cloud...