Rainforest Poetry

Usually I post poetry here. This time, a short story. I wrote it September 7, 2014, as lava threatened Pahoa. It is the season of the v...

Over millennia or least centuries Some say less than 200 years but that seems so short a time The emerald forest happened It began with mag...

Mistral Pampero Sirocco These are names of the winds Chinook Diablo Westerly Don Juan de Marco keeps these names in his pocket Kolo-āpu‘u...

Out in the jungle he speaks to me Voice for a deaf person to hear We’ve walked together five years now He knows we understand each other’s ...

In the night rain the volcano’s mouth yawns wide
 Water plummets inexorably down that throat
 Making a steaming cauldron of liquid rock sou...

It came as a great discovery Jeffrey Kingery brought his dog to school It was for show and tell His dog had a black spot over one eye I ...

The first time I walked amidst sky scrapers I noticed these things Wind that had gotten lost from itself swirling about trying to reconnec...