UNDERNEATH IT ALL

There’s a ghost in the meadow a shadow in the middle a reflection absent of pain its not the everlasting but you can see it from here   the land supports ancient frames unruly hedges and rambling stone walls that unlock the uphill where gravity pulls one onto the footstool of land       … More UNDERNEATH IT ALL

RACE DAY

On the backstretch they disappear into the land. The occasional  rising of a head is momentarily glimpsed. Even from here, the pounding of the earth is faintly heard. The crowd remains silent as they emerge from the final curve. Nostrils flaring, leather and sweat, taught reins, hooves ripping the dirt aside. They are massed together. … More RACE DAY

IN ME

IN ME …..I got a land in me, rocks melted into blood and skin from snakes. Dust and sand forms the man and tears wash it away into rivers deep with shadows, the places of past front porches and lights too dim for a full face where screen doors welcome the great and small into … More IN ME