Dream Time I (draft) Shortly after she'd sent me away at 12, feeling like a good horse or warm buffalo robe, my mother was returning me from a visit at the studio where she lived, to my father's house – we'd not stopped for homemade pie and coffees at the truck-stop as I’d hoped – when she looked over to me, questioning my long, unaccustomed quiet. She was taken aback by my appearance next to her in the passenger's seat....

she waits, as instructed,behind the doorin white tie and tailsI hear her callingentering, I sweep herup and into my armsshe nestles her headbeneath my chin,stretching every sinew,touching meeverywhere she can reachmoaning, a littlesearching out where I've beennibblingand when she suspects a rivalbiteseshewing all table mannerswe fall to the bedfierce hunters, brought to groundto sort itand surrenderingshe turns her headex...

geopolitics with breakfastworld-travel on my bellyover miso ramensharp pickled gingerearthy fresh cilantrohot red peppersrare American beefcrisp green beansalmost pho, nowsome garam masalato bring in the subcontinentcontemplatinga political bumper-sticker:“Reunite Gondwanaland!”I could go them one better:“Return Pangaea!”our congruent continentsnestling like spoons- kmf (RedSonja, aka RunswithScissors)

ruminations on desert ecosystemsbring to mindall those scaly, spiky, hard survivorsmaking a good livingenduring thirst under a relentless suncleaners circle overhead, hovering in updraftsor recon artists hoarding the dark closein thermoregulationeach occasional succulent, an oasishidden in plain sightand one yucca shoots up its centennial rocketwe all adaptbut did you knowthat Islam allows the supplicantmissing a prayer r...

Astronomy of Pathostroubled by a harvest moonmade gravid with ichorous spatterbrain matter heaped in neat pleasing elevationsfeatures arranged in a snarky implacable grinrendered in greyscaleeven before this I'd felt its gazethe weight of photons striking my facea fleeting barrage of cosmic hailtowed at high tide from my slumbernow could not bear the sightblurred as it was through eyes near blind with weepingdrew the blin...

in response to 3 comments for Alhambra by the same author, excerpted below: " . . . cooled the hot Andalucian sun and carried it off into arched spaces shaded like the olive trees we would eat paella . . . ""My angel is merciless to dream in perfect whispersshe shushes me to heaven with less than definitionan infinite elation within flashes of desperationnot sparing me a notion of deliverance from fascinationhunger wings...

in response to the following lovely comment left for languid (mornin', Sweeting):"my fingers slid down the natural gradientstretching the skin in all the more sensitivefelt as a soft moan might pad on a sheetintent on some scheme or huntfor the indistinct hollownested in foam shallowsI grip your sparrow tailin serene slow motionbut sleep slips through to stilltake flightan action which escapes into inactionwhen a feather...

FIRE Packed in like sardines with our luggage more than needed the newbies, jet-lagged and agog supplies and groceries, enough for weeks tucked into every crevasse seven, altogether, in the Rover lurching down the highway at the end of the dry season from Bolívar, to Guri across la Gran Sabana glowing hot and overladen And the selva smouldered where smoke plumes echoed lightning's ghosts more substantial even than the gen...

mornin', Sweeting:  dawn's faintest glow sparrows chorusa hint of contrails heardin their unseen wake eyes closeddenied, the dayand conjured, invoked at the lightest toucha whisperof sueded silk and soft cottons warm, sacred breathsweet bed-scentstretching, turning into my velvet pillowI breathe inwhere lately you lay - kmf (RedSonja)