windrag : poetry : journal

:: f : w : i : w ::

to portland

caring, as we do,
we need to grumble a bit
before our long trip.

afternoon

a coyote is shot for eating one cat, a cat

that killed but didn’t eat several songbirds.

what did i do to make it so, and what

do I want to be doing when i die?

blessing for the new year

may your friends be at peace with uncertainty,
may your loved ones find silence a joy,
may you notice when enemies make better choices,
and may what you’ve done be done.
and may all your relations be one.

<3

love doesn’t judge the

way it finds itself. it loves,

and in loving, proves.

the basics

if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t read a poem I read,
the fault is mine.

if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t felt a feeling I felt,
i feel for you.