Sunday, December 4, 2016


rainy enough
to unsettle plans
trees ain't feelin' it


a bounding conch eludes a predatory snail
it kangaroos across the prairie under sea
where conchboys ride proud tulip snails and jawbone yarns
but light no fires: they camp subaqueously

They really do this:

At least, the first couplet...

Saturday, December 3, 2016


the air falls in the dark
white flakes
nitrogen, oxygen, CO2
Earth's last coverlet

Friday, December 2, 2016


Red-giant Sol, the final episode of global warming, killed Terra's terminal bacterial biosphere. Primates had done for the rest, as usual.

Age and perception

I broke my neck at 46, still feeling young, and somehow in the subsequent 13 years I have become the kind of little old man at whom female college students smile indulgently, perhaps thinking of their grandfathers. I'm okay with that, but I wonder if I will ever feel old….


winter rain
grass greens at last


ice-filmed water dish
coons and possums
look elsewhere