the incredible brown pelican

Winged dinosaur, master fisher
I dream you are an ancestor
riding rolling waves with your mate
and circling high overhead.

You dive, spear first

reassuring, over and over

into the hungry sea where I toss

the arrowhead maker

Does he know how to make heads
from living as a clam in sand
where relentless surf
pounded shell
and sharp beaks found their mark?

crazy jane goes fishing

I was lonely and took him in
scoundrel though he was

I heard a whisper...

was I to pay
for all my sins?

we went fishing

caught 3 fish before he fled
blind night turning into day


Crazy Jane poem (Yeats)

erotic tingles

I squeeze your hands
and run my fingertips
across the tips of yours
then between your fingers
up and down
then all my tips
against your palms

You shiver; life is good

drama in armor

costumes at play

skull flag

Fear flapping

looking into the matter

Words are symbols
bound to sound

Truth rings or not
between their lines

fly or swim?

Crawling isn't an option.