Wrightings

  Nicknames Pumpkin round and orange  Dented here and there  Sitting in its own rot Tiger striped in orange Ferocious and wild Pacing in a cage Colorful Nicknames  Told me who to be

  I was three picking blueberries on the edge of the wood. We weren’t far from town in fact town may have grown to there by now but I was sitting amongst the blueberry bushes one in the pail two in my mouth when momma bear came out to join me. Mom became aware, slowly backed away, and called to me “Just stay still, I’m right here,” as the bear sat not five feet from my and began to eat berries.  Suddenly another rustle on the edge of wood and a cub appeared, then another, momma bear rose, galloped toward them, chasing them back into the wood with a crash of branches snapping.  But neither mother of me got the tattoo, instead my ex wife as part of our separation got a colorful memory inked on her upper arm, a bear class image of sunset or sunrise in the wood where she longs to live. 

  Texas blue trilium  Slow growing, long lived Gender fluid 

  As a Texas Poet, I try to tell a story Not cowboy swagger, but tales of warring. So the day I packed my bags to visit a friend in Austin I learned she became a victim of the marathon Bomb in Boston You know, America’s corrupt when people try to kill athletes For those who run in free air,are an obvious danger to beat When we find the boys who made their mark It’s a psychological trip on which we embark Trying to think like those corrupt Has our brains feeling like it will erupt

Ascending elevation  to the New Mexican signage the continental divide, a place where rivers choose  their destiny, their final resting place, they all flow  To an ocean, and I think, which one will you choose? Besides ashes to ashes we are water Which plants will I wet as biological refuse If I am planted in the ground a single oak or maybe elm If I am cremated my steam might dampen a neighborhood   If I convert greenly, my water may become your drinking water Awestruck, tears roll down my cheeks, evaporate Into the water cycle, the earths cycle, the cycle of life

 ABCs of Love Appreciating existence each breath               converting oxygen to continued life Being someone better               than you’d imagine yourself to be Caring deeply with intensity                that vibrates change