Oscar Shorts

I asked the man next to me what happened on Friday night. In a beer laced voice, he said:

“Dramatic shorts, you missed the whole thing. Lots of Syrians crying. It was excellent.”

Rabbit: The Sharpness of Shadows

Rabbit: The Sharpness of Shadows: The Sharpness of Shadows A Kansan by birth, and somewhat related to everyone in the cemetery,  she was trained initially in a delib...

The Sharpness of Shadows

The Sharpness of Shadows

A Kansan by birth, and somewhat related to everyone in the cemetery, 

she was trained by a flat and vast landscape

instilling a pronounced feeling of smallness

in the magnitude of her natural surroundings. 

She associated this large and uncluttered space

with a simple and unadorned life. 

Her people were grounded by good soil,

but feathery clouds filled her head.

Searching for novelty, intoxicated with color,

she left, striking out beyond the 

prevailing opinion that that one should always

stay where they are.

As she remembers her restless past,

Each scene selectively animated

with more softness, more reverence, 

ignoring the sharpness of shadows.

Warm air bends the light

until it meets the eye of someone standing in the road.

The Two

When I opened my eyes this morning, you were in a chair watching me, and I asked, “ How did you get in?” 

You said “The side door." Of course, Detective,

thats how you came into my life, the door I hadn’t locked. 

And you were here, and so was he, in the living room, meeting for the first time. You both knew of each other. Awkward. But you were getting along.

Of course, I knew you would. So many things similar, so much in common.

I left to do business in a bleached white hotel, while both of you waited at home for me to return.  Both of you waited. Because I run off like that to strange places, my priorities in selfish containers. 

I leaned into him on one side, and held your hand on the other. My ring finger could feel where the promise used to be. 

Then your seat was suddenly empty. I thought maybe I should try to text you.

A finely transparent feather was found on my front porch yesterday. 

Light came through it as I held it up to the blue sky by it’s quill. 

And I cry a little, now that I am fully awake. 

The Nature of Horses

The Nature of Horses

they live in

          fractious   behavior

when he paws the ground,

          she responds in kind

although he may be-

          well suited for a wide range of uses

                    

with obvious stallion physique,

                teasing, wild play, posturing,

it is somewhat amazing

               (and i could be mistaken)

these tendencies toward

                breeding

will eventually with age and time

                naturally

calm them as they graze   

                under a night sky