the day before snow

A devil's club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. This is how you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits roam the earth, right before the first snow:  the rainforest so dry and quiet bones and shapes, negative space, …

Surfing

Nature in tandem, aiding and abetting,Waves smooth as the bodies that chase them,Perfect symmetry drawn in ocean combers,And all there is is this moment.Diet of fish and fruit rendered my body spacious,Boneless like a jellyfish,Flesh swimming in skin sun-kissed,Mermaid hair blonde, waving,One with the water, anticipating,Interpreting the swell,Hop up on the board and let nature …

Last Breath

El que niega la muerte, niega la vida.  (He who denies death, denies life.) -- Octavio Paz Yesterday the last leaf fell from our maple tree as my grandmother succumbed to a long sleep. She is between worlds now, purring like a kitty cat. Fall catches us in a bed of vermillion and rust to …

Night Visitor

Wind’s hands reachwith fingers of amber leaves,grasping for the deer thatdisappears into the night When does a deer become a pet? When you start to feed him apples? When he comes around regularly enough to earn a name? It's deer-hunting season, so I'm surprised he still comes back. "He looks tasty." My husband licks his lips. …