I walk in circles with an apple in my hand. I’m testing the waters of the next life. This is a way of being.
Who was the composer who heard apples in a basket?
Can’t remember this snowy morning…
Spending time with a barn cat
Talking to the blind horse
So much of what I do
One writes myths
A troll who loves geese
Protects lost animals
Why do you start with punctuation and then abandon it
Sometimes I itch and sometimes I don’t
A small poem from one of my notebooks:
Morning. The maples soaked with rain—
How a human mind starts up
Cold, still, dark…
Who taught me
About life after life?
Old man stands
“How sad are you?”
Resting blind face