departed - no. 1

so what's left?

 

dreams and nightmares - no. 115

the drowning

we dodged the heat

between

trees and weeds

and

spuming fungus

bound aloft in poison ivy

the swamp

breathed dark water

curdled with leaves

while a frog padded

impassively

among the lace-filigree

water-lilies

to find its resting place

drowning here in summer's garden

dreams and nightmares - no. 114

three stripes

a moebius loop

turned up in my morning dreams

and then it was gone

dreams and nightmares - no. 113

the cornfield dawn

the air burnt hot rows of corn

bleeding through the crevasse

there was no rain

no air

no sound

the cloud hung still

a humid brooding mass

bruised

and purple streaked

to the ground

in which tiny scurrying insects

danced

among the weeds

and

scorched grass

this was the cornfield dawn