The Language of Trees

    That time before noon, as we put our tools up, as our thoughts taper off, is a time susceptible to musing the stillness of things:  the orchard, its naked green and gray concrete bodies that never seem to shiver and never seem to consider themselves concerned of the cold; and the sun, in…

Leafhopper

I know jumping is bad for the knees, harder on the body as we get older, but I never realized that this little insect, this pest, as it leaps from leaf to leaf, to whatever it decides or desires, is the thing killing my garden. I’ve wondered once before what’ll stress a plant to the…

day dream

Wasn’t the dresser just here? And the pictures, had they come off their frames? Glanced to find the windows no longer open, only a dark film stretched where they used to be. Spoke, “wait,” to the hollow room to listen, but only felt a harsh gust rush through under my feet. The wind ran across…

Braver Places (Memorial Day)

There are the times when someone makes a choice that lends to new places and responsibilities.  There is that persistent a sense of dread and excitement  that illicit itself all throughout the body, simultaneously.   Recently, I’ve been reserved to the idea of how change might work on my body, mind, and soul, but then…

The Joyhood of Change

Crumbled concrete lots became the playgrounds building tall towers of sticks and rocks my joyhood would be as I toppled these cities as uninhabited as the empty, sprawling suburbs as glee, maybe mania, overtook my spirits as if imitating the crains’ clearing was as if reclaiming something as memories too often demolished as those stories…

Letter to Arij, excerpt

Arij, Is Palestine still in your grips are you managing to keep a hold as it loosening from your fingertips Has your mind been affected by sleep of the hours you stay awake to unfold a package, never knowing what to expect one you’d rather not bother to even inspect, as sometimes oil drips from…