Pigeons

Common pigeons coo under the eaves just outside my window above the balcony I like to call them rock doves their more sophisticated name it makes my bird-watching sound more serious In listening to the pigeons you’d think they never leave but a more careful observer sees families transient they make their home only for……

Homes

Home is here but is also there each carried in me like a precious jewel The home I must leave was an opportunity now past its prime The mountains giants I fear filling me with awe The ocean cold and unwelcoming yet its breathing draws me near The forests where I’ve become lost are ripe……

Bottled

I am drunk on creative wine aged years in a secret bottle in the cellar of my soul There’s a message in the bottle corked tight When I discovered what was inside I didn’t savor the wine I broke it open drinking like I’d been in the desert Head swimming my hands create words and……