Category: Creative Writing
Who Lives in the Pits of the Moon?
Listen: when I was a young boy and my mother
opened a pre-school so she could be near to us,
so she could learn to be a teacher,
to start a new life,
after my oldest friend,
my father,
decided he couldn’t live with us anymore—
January 13, 2026
Who Answers?
Who am I that write
This worthless little poem?
Who grips the pen and taps the time,
And does he tap alone?
January 13, 2026
A Thousand Forests Razed
Many Sturdy Trees the Poet’s felled
For pages filled with nature’s awesome beauty
As though never before have they beheld
Subject so deserving of their skillful duty
January 13, 2026
’Darkness never comes on winter nights’
Darkness never comes on winter nights—
Never truly;
The snow illuminates the streets,
A midnight dawn.
January 13, 2026
Pine Needle
I found a strange pine needle once,
exploring the grove near Grandma’s home,
where my brother and I had often roamed.
January 13, 2026
Have Patience
Have patience when your noon is full,
As you peak o’er the evening fall,
When your breath quickens at the sound
Of empty valley tumbling down.
January 13, 2026
Giant Delights
Why must a field of cottontails so please,
Each stalk a thread in holy tapestry,
Whose many parts of one part in the breeze,
Much too fair for any monastery?
January 13, 2026
Two Birds by a Lake
The old Loon’s yodel, lonely flies
Across last season’s thawing lake;
Fee-bee, the Chickadee replies.
January 13, 2026
Elephantine
I don’t know much about elephants, except that they’re very large and very intelligent – intelligent enough to use about twenty-five different sounds for communication. But as little as I know, I thought I was certain about one thing: elephants are not capable of speech.
December 9, 2016