The Last 3 Poems of April


Day Light Moon

shadow stained mirror or

 A ghostly embryo floating

in a womb of sky?


Fresh Water Habitat

Ruffled water,

lilly leaves drift in anchored circles,

birds gabble and croak and whistle

beyond the trees on the far shore

an ice cream truck blares its territorial song

on its daily migration.


Paleo Lithic Poems

Spirals of oxydized clay

the eyes of beasts



Coming soon more April poems in May.

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