Wandering Hither and Yon

some gin shaken with vermouth perhaps an olive liquid moonlight in a chilled glass

Cat sits stilly the sun spot aligns to bath him in its honeyed afternoon light.

The Curtain makes a certain sound as it is drawn back to reveal the stage: A long sustained shuuuuuush, as its deep red velvet drags across the polished floor. But to describe it is not to hear it, for as that simple sound rises all others diminish, and the world outside slowly fades into a [...]

Incense, she said, should be like a memory of itself. Or like the first distant notes of an imaginary song. Or maybe, she said, like a poem you love, whose words you can understand, but whose meaning remains obscured. Or a slice of asian pear, whose juice, watery and faint, eaten on a spring afternoon, [...]

My Mom has a Cat, named Tobey, whom she adores. And Tobey, in turn, being a Cat, adores catnip, rolling in ecstasy at the merest whiff. One Evening, however, my Mom asks me to stop giving him “that stuff”, for, as she informs me, sipping her glass of wine, she doesn’t like her Cat to [...]

Moth Dives into our bottle; Suicide by Wine. We chuckle, and drink its red flame. Black Rock RV Park in Salome, AZ

How many nights had he sat there, under painted constellations, muttering to himself: “Oh wheeling and revolving of things!” A year’s perhaps, maybe even a century’s? And still he squandered those delicate vials all filled with the wonder of starlight on snow, and the beat of a golden dragonfly’s wing, and mixed them with abandon [...]

Crows sit cawing from a pine as the sky darkens and threatens an October rain.

Dead leaf falling Cool mornings of dappled sunlight, A Red Maple on Winter’s edge.

Moon In Autumn: darkness falls as Rabbits shiver In its pale glistening shadow. (More on Fibonnaci Poems)