
there lives a ground squirrel named jack
who once caught his paw in the track,
but jack had the brains
to duck down for the trains–
which explains all those lines on his back
–photo by me

there lives a ground squirrel named jack
who once caught his paw in the track,
but jack had the brains
to duck down for the trains–
which explains all those lines on his back
–photo by me

in the morning mist,
the old lighthouse is eerie–
and yet comforting
–photo by me




–photos by me

I took this photo about a year ago of what I thought was a mama lynx, but since then, a friend of mine from the DNR told me it’s an extremely rare blynx– a hybrid between a lynx and a bobcat. The first one was discovered in Minnesota in 2003, but they put a tracking collar on it that was too tight, and the poor cat starved to death. Since then, they’ve been found in Maine and Michigan as well.
there once was a bobcat named jinx
who had a hot date with a lynx,
and the two, in a rush,
took a roll in the brush,
and promptly created the blynx
–Photo by me

humans will tell us
how to be compassionate,
but dogs will show us

–photos by me

that final gate
looms all too near,
yet it is my belief
that death is not
something to fear–
it’s unending relief.
–photo by me

space itself dreams
and worlds appear,
and i know it seems
like you’re really here,
but hush up your weeping,
for we must adhere
to keeping space sleeping–
or we’ll disappear.
–photo by me

november:
the month that starts with
bare branches
and grey skies,
but ends with golden turkeys
and sweet pumpkin pies
–photo by me

ghoulish forms
rise from the swamp
at dusk
on halloween,
and they are not
alive nor dead–
but somewhere
in between.
they blindly grasp
at living things
to be
absorbed into,
and hopefully,
those living things
will not be
me or you.
–photo by me




–Photos by me