The Sea Turtle Camp Separated from the country town Of San Francisco de Coyote By half a day’s sweaty tramp, Past the farms and jungle roads, You will find the sea turtle camp. Here I lived in a tent made of driftwood With every kind of bird and beast. A […]
The Immortal Jelly (Turritopsis dohrnii) ~ A Soliloquy When I’m feeling under the weather, a tiny speck so vastly vaulted, When I’m tired, stressed, and feeling emotionally assaulted, When I can’t seem to swim off my sense of loneliness and deep frustration, I remember that I am the only creature […]
Tāhuahua Grain by golden grain Rolling aeolian rhythms Erode and accrete Collectively dynamic and responsive Undulating between swale and slack The incipient head cresting The rear weighty and established, Assembling a home for stinging wasps Kororā and Katipo spiders, Interlacing silk between the flax Serpentine crescents Criss-cross and cascade, […]
A North Island Fairy Tale (Respectfully inspired by, but not based on, Māori folklore of Aotearoa and by Te Reo Māori, with select words in Te Reo) Rā, the beaming sun, had a lover Queen of the clouds and of Ua, the rain Precious Wai that was needed to water the […]
(For M.R.C.) She alighted like the tigerlily swallowtail, On a misty afternoon breeze, She danced like the delicate damselfly, Lounged like the lingering lizard, And sat in the low branches Of a mighty piñon pine, Like a naked and downy young hawk She climbed ever higher Into the […]
The Perfect Hollow (For M.R.C.) I am the wind, And the wind must move along According to my own path, And whistling my own song. But when I nestled in the hollow of your heart Circulating in that vase like cavity, It brought me right back To the very start […]
A Poem Phore Tina (An Ode to Ctenophora, The Comb Jellies) Gazing into your clear blue eyes I press your squishy body And watch it rise under your firming cups of lace, I’m tickled by your rainbowed lashes And the curve on your kaleidoscopic face. I feel every one of […]
Body of Water (For M.R.C ) Smooth hard and shimmering Your shoulders are warm boulders Cooled by a spray of salty air And golden kelp laid over them Are your bands of sun-bleached hair Your pale belly is the dry and toasted sand Scattered with freckled sargassum Forming […]
Te Whanganui-a-Tara | Windy Wellington I miss the sad wind blowing, With cool indifference as it whips Pasted concert fliers off the weather beaten walls Of a seaside fish and chips. I miss the local people, Who like the seaside flaxes Are sharp and quiver with determination, Their resounding […]