April 8, 2009 9:36 PM


Sometimes ten minutes is not enough, or mesmerized by fire


Smoke swirls around my head in a twirling cloud

I hold my breath against sting up my nostrils,

heat against my face nearly unbearable


pine needles flare in a brilliant display of light

the wet bark of a rotting log resists,

fire cleanses the landscape of last summer


dark shadow darts toward my stillness

I feel the mouse climbing over my foot

She retreats beneath decomposing straw



April 1, 2009 6:39

Seven chicks peep curious,
looking at me with one eye.
Spring cool keeps them under the heat lamp,
too shy to investigate the
addition to their box.