The death of a moon cowboy

I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Something I thought I saw

Two people stood alongside
the empty canyon highway,
embracing against the new snow,
frozen there like dead bulrushes,
upright reeds in the mud.
Drifting leaves curled up
like hollowed-out canoes
over the glassy river,
meandering its slow feminine curves.
And they stiffly watched,
apathetic sticks,
clasped together coldly
in the dying sagebrush.

Friday, October 10, 2008

She's perfect

My wife is perfect. So sweet, so loving. She makes my day every day, and knows how to throw one mean party. She threw me a surprise party last night for my birthday. All the best people and friends were there (except those who live too far distant), and I couldn't stop smiling. She had baked a delicious completely homemade ginger carrot cake, made chocolate cupcakes and had snacks and licorice galore. She knows how I like it.

Amy, I love you. Thanks for making my days perfect.

the party group

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Haikus +

Here are some little haiku and a one-liner that I wrote earlier this year.

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Blooming sun--close, bright--
heats prickly pear and blackbrush,
warms red summer sand.

Fallen Leaf
Wind against my face.
Gnats swarm in fading daylight
through the slatted trees.

Booming, crumbling snow.
Shaking glaciers make thunder
in desolation.

I awoke thirsty
against the arm of the couch
with a flattened book.

Summer's sunset lasts
longer than other seasons.
Does it have to end?

Old bridge
Across the long park bridge, its skewed boards glassy with rain.