Woodland Marvel

I creep through ancient forests, decrepit, abandoned- nearly destroyed. A dense fog lay beneath my shins, I cannot see the forest floors. Only a smoky grey ocean, an unearthly mystic haze. The morning barely sung, newborn to a day of solitude. Creatures nest,...

Summer | Venice Beach

The solstice arrived last night at 9:24 pm. In Los Angeles, we get somewhere nearly year round, but there is still something special about the solstice and the changing of the season. This poem is originally titled “Summer of ’16”. The photo was also...

Pickled State (Work in Progress)

It is forever and forever plays a joke on us. We crave an old comfort lost long ago in a life outlined with smaller towns. Taking shelter under the picnic table we pretended was a ship about to sail away. A rainy first day of summer vacation, a pile of books...