Saturday, July 17, 2010


out on the patio
hungry   fish
nibble on talk

the first   top water lure
walks the surface

the second   Bettencourt
Assassin ratchets
the line taut

the third   buzzbait
fires predatory instincts
unique plug
strike-triggering action
knows to walk-the-dog
side to side   rattles me
oh flashy   deep running
multipurpose blade

trust the bait
retrieve   pause
a lure drops
repeats   hooked


Saturday, July 3, 2010


Into your eyes I fell,

Transported, we were
caught up in our bodies' play,
fell deeper, walked into
the mirrors that we held,
that for a moment held us.

To the names we gave ourselves
we pledged our troth,
performed the magic rites,
but in our earthy hearts
ignored the ways the path
could bend us, how
its tortured curves would
     seize us in an instant,
     tear us from adventure,
     hurl us into safe perimeters
     we thought we'd left behind.

As from a cliff where we might
step in space, we fell instead
into familiar territory, captives
in a land where others hold us
hostage, use our given names,
remind us who we are.

Do we lack faith, or are we
in a faery-land, entranced?
Each waiting for the other's call,
the name of names. Each waiting
for the other to awaken,
break the spell, return us
to the place where we may fall

Published in Revelations III, 2000