dead mouse

September 28, 2016 § 2 Comments



dead mouse –

the breeze less than a whisper

in the long grass


walking in the rain

September 25, 2016 § Leave a comment




walking in the rain…

the wind

making half the music


image courtesy ron gordon


September 22, 2016 § 4 Comments



the puppy

smell by smell


very very slowly🙂


September 20, 2016 § Leave a comment




It stirred between the folds of the curtains the day I left the heating on. The red admiral flew circles around the orb of my japanese lantern – but it was not the sun. It settled on the painting of red and blue and green – but it was not a nectar garden. It flew again and again at the window – but it did not feel the light of spring.

It would have stayed forever on that cold pane. I opened the window. The butterfly flew towards the full moon rising over the oaks – already rimed with frost.



September 19, 2016 § 2 Comments



His mother was a wild creature and knew how to run. With the brown hair-like fleece of her feral descendants, she was living archaeology to the ancient sheep of the Asian mountains. Her son had slit yellow eyes and he slid out of her into the long grass when no one was looking. He was a good size and already at the teat when I found him. Feisty and proud with sharp, thick horns, I kept him as breeding stock.

That was eleven years ago. Every November he did his job. I put him in with the ewes, and five months later each one scraped a shallow bowl in the home field then lay down and pushed out his lambs.

He stayed wild – he never let me know him. And he hated the sheep dog – teaching his brothers and sisters to scatter. Eleven is old for a sheep and he knew. His age could be counted on the rings of his horns. He was a fighter, and his battle scars were shiny and white upon his forehead. He had been warring again with his younger brothers to keep his place in the flock when I found him. His body looked wrong, his neck crooked. Perhaps dislocated.

The man came with the captive bolt in a black case. I made myself watch. I thought the killing would be easy, but his skull was old and thick. The ram fell forward when the crack came. Then he got up. Teetered. Shook himself. The man fetched a bolt strong enough for a cow. A louder crack, and the blood came like a bung lost from a barrel.

I walked away to be sick.

Soon after, the lambs came. A brown ewe scraped and lay down to push her baby out. All day it wouldn’t come. I washed my hands and put my fingers inside. Legs. Two back ones and a tail. Sticky yellow shit and blood stains on my hands.

I waited for her to squeeze and carefully twisted the lamb out of her. Long and thin, it stretched out on the ground. With no breath.

I cleared the mucus from its mouth, its nose. Rubbed it gently. Spluttering. It shook itself to life.

The mother heard the life noise. A lick, a snicker. The only sound she ever made.



September 16, 2016 § 2 Comments



flutter of leaves

before the thunderclap –

warm rain


the fecundity

September 15, 2016 § Leave a comment



the fecundity

of wild flowers

in the family graveyard


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