In the night mares

 In the night mares

We sit and stare

At your gentle sleeping

Your dreams

Not sharing

Asylum dinner

 Asylum Dinner

Feed me gently with some gravy

Salt the pork liberally

Taste is a relative passion

These pangs numbed from knives

Dulled to my own hand stabbing.

Come away

 Come away

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, rainbow in hand ,

For the rivers more full of mystery

            Than you can understand

Somewhere over

 Somewhere over the Orange kayaks

Blend in

 They told me in order to get a good shot to blend in. But seriously !

White challenge

 The all white great egret

I like for the difficulty 

in capturing him without

making him a white ghost

or a dark blue heron

Raptured

 Raptured 

Came the morning

Of the rapture

And I was drinking

Maxwell house

House blend 

Reading from the 

Book of Revelation

I think it was the only time

In my life

I had perfect timing.

Looking up

 In the sway

All ventures need begin with a looking upward

If time were not such a moving on

Beneath for hours I would have stood

An infinity spent taking it in.

Sundown upon Watertown

Sundown upon Watertown

I did not care if I ever made shore

And what for?

Here, bobbing in surrounding gold

I had riches untold.

Homespun

 Homespun Dress

A collaboration with my late friend Robert Jones oil painting of the Homespun Dress and my photograph of the pioneer homestead in Mayo.

Riders of the purple sage

 Riders of the Purple Thorn

"I am waiting to plunge down to shatter and crash, roar and boom, to bury your trail, and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass!"

Zane Grey, The Riders of the Purple Sage.

Hum and swing

 When you are but a minute thing

Everything can become a swing