Tag: Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

To Be A Dandelion

“I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields.”- Lilies, by Mary Oliver I have been thinking I’d like to be a dandelion that has no homeroaming free on the sultry breeze until I find some fertile loam And… Continue Reading “To Be A Dandelion”

Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds

I’m riding a lime green dragonfly to the silvery moon to pick a snow white wishing dandelion waiting there for meHere in this vastness in the indigo night watch sky It’s only the dragonfly, the dandelion, the moon, and I. Upon encountering the raucous… Continue Reading “Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds”

The Blackout Creature

My nightly ritual as a child was to shut the closet door, to bar the blackout creature from creeping across the floorand crawling under my narrow bed, grabbing my exposed parts My imaginative child’s mind reeled with dark spectral visions of slithering crawling monsters… Continue Reading “The Blackout Creature”

The Etiquette of Nature

Does the rose follow a set of rules in deciding when to bloom? And once the petals open wide, do the bees take that as an open invite to enter in and feast? And as the thrasher builds its nest within the thorny cactus… Continue Reading “The Etiquette of Nature”

Of Night Beetles and March Hares

From here in the fragrant rustling sage grass I watch the night beetles race for the full bellied moon But they will never get there I know for their efforts are futile Watching their wings spread from heavy mahogany bodies, It’s a wonder they… Continue Reading “Of Night Beetles and March Hares”

The Ghost of Manayunk

A big rambling three story row home where I lived all alonesave for my two cats, who greeted me when I came homebut soon after I moved in I noticed some rather odd events things got moved around, and the air sometimes so dense… Continue Reading “The Ghost of Manayunk”

Bluebonnet Sky

So you’ve been through the roaring fire Leaving you maimed, a soul of charred ashes But rising from this molten funeral pyre Comes a new woman with scars on scars. You must know though flawed, you are beautiful for you shimmer with the light… Continue Reading “Bluebonnet Sky”