S/N

The new moon's blank disk
cedes the heavens to the stars
ancient, un-rivalled

change

The moon's nail-paring
clings desparately to the sky
just before sunrise

seasonal bounty

Armies of songbirds
trekking here from warmer climes
gorge on mosquitoes

lucky find

Dinner at the Greek
oh my gods the chops are good
in Golden B.C.

food, sex, urgency

In the brief summer
life hastens to eat and breed
pack bug repellant

breath of Spring

The fecund warm months
make up for the long winter
all that died rots now

land-use

In the great north woods
landing zones are choked with trees
clear-cuts look useful

confections/convecton

Morning in Lumby
clouds of whipped cream crown waffles
cumuli crown hills

reflecting

Ahab and Starbuck
each sees only his own mind
gazing at the coin

prescience

From the doomed tower
he rang up his own widow
bidding her adieu

Okanagan

B.C. Looks better
cloud-streets to the horizon
things start to look up

Reaper:

notches in his keel
tally bob's PG mid-airs
it's nearly sawn through

oppressed

Huge as Laputa
the lenticular hovers
oppressing our souls

blown out

Dust-devils lie flat
as the jet- stream roars aloft
small rocks blow past us

Anonymous

Tipping my hat brim
I greet the nameless pilot
we discuss the clouds

time to leave

Chortling quietly
squadrons of lenticulars
mock our plans to soar

changing weather

Lennies to the south
herald a windy Thursday
this dawn is different

here comes the neighborhood

Tents sprout like toad-stools
as the pilots straggle in
before the fly-in

capped

Wednesday at Chelan
lift stops at four and a half
but the river's cool

reprimand

The trooper smiles back
I guess he thinks Justine's cute
this one's on the state

gypsy

Still chasing the wind
first lake-view, then pine mountain
we keep driving north

PV=nRT

Compressive heating
obliterates the lapse rate
as the HI subsides

vista point

Pine mountain, Tuesday
we can see Shasta to Hood
but we can't soar it

salt devils

Skirting Abert rim
airborne crystals diffuse light
wind scours the salt flats

airbrush

East of the cascades
sage-brush cedes to open sand
these are the brown lands

too phat

The gust front hits us
as we stand on sugar launch
small stones strike my face

solstice

The year's shortest night
leaves scant time to celebrate
the joys of living

telecoms

With immunity
Malefactors of great wealth
break the law at will

way too phat

Saturday, Lakeview
lightning, gust fronts, mammata
we never untied

SNAFU

Sunday, high pressure
two Ptts, one down-tube
and Scott sank straight out

forecasts and lies

Flee from the heatwave
go camping in the cascades
wake in a rain squall

ambiguous

Moby Dick stands for
either god or a photon
Ahab's goals are dark

Hast seen the white whale? - she has much to answer for - standing in for god

'Tis uncertain

Hast seen the white whale?
then thou canst never quite know
where it is going

safari foo

We should consider
dust-devils and biting dogs
It's Chelan season

ubiquitous

Melville speculates
that whales tunnel through oceans
presaging Einstein

once you can fake sincerity...

The press hail McCain
as the bane of torturers
despite his flip-flops

daybreak

Cue the first rooster
time to drive to glacier point
put away the stars

resist

Be a good robot
let your work-place define you
let your soul decay

watch the monkey

While George played soldier
malefactors of great wealth
made out like bandits

Arnold leads

The meadows are lush
the waterfalls are booming
this "drought" is subtle

lush Spring

Arnold calls it "drought"
but up in Yosemite
the falls are booming

choice

We can be certain
each of up will die in time
just some will have lived

what is not written

Some things are certain:
each day we did a little.
can we say we've lived?

jewel-like

Pristine and fragrant
lotus rising from rank muck
metaphor for soul

pristine?

Obama rises
lotus-like above the muck
of campaign funding

a time to burn

Scorpio, rising
looks down on tinder-dry hills
so this is Summer

tortured Ahab

Arguing with god
jabbing holes in a white whale. . .
what's NOT metaphor?

evasions

The "straight talk express"
has started Belching out smoke
to mask his flip-flops

metaphors amok

Angry at his god
and fearing mortality
Melville kills Ahab

too much

Squealing gleefully
the boys make the house their gym
their dad's head just throbs

dreamer

were I given one,

I'd name my donkey "Xote"

is that romantic?

Ephemeral

The mind keeps no trace
of some thoughts when they have fled
blank as rice paper

asexual

Bdelloid rotifers
gave up sex eons ago
they're on the run since

Bushisms

Is it his accent
or are we really fighting
a war on tourism?

Richard II

The King's two bodies
make him twice as arrogant
depose the bastard

Henry IV pt1

who'd be the best king?
a drunkard or a wizard?
I'd choose Doll Tearsheet

Henry IV pt2

the king's last advice
"to gain domestic support
start a foreign war"

Henry V

for some strange reason
this play is disliked in France
who would have thought it!

Henry VI pt1

Jeanne la Pucelle's muse
Virgin, devil or ergot
opinion is mixed

Henry VI Pt3

York and Lancaster
war over horticulture
only in England

Richard III

smirking crook-backed Dick
tears up the constitution
reincarnation

Richard III

in his two-year reign
the economy suffered
horse-price inflation

5_26_08

A late day today
The sun, it breaks out at last
Berkeley, super fat

agents of plague

Stranger to stranger
airliners cycle the air
a pathogen's dream

homonyms

time flies like a bird
fruit flies like a banana
English is silly

Shiva's breath

Something's in the air
smells of life and smells of death
amines on the breeze

travesty

Skirting due process
military tribunals
trample human rights

literalist

No external god
saves him who won't know himself
metaphors can't bless

McBush

Backed down on torture
wrapped both arms around the 'surge'
where's the maverick?

purity in food

Choosing restaurants
each cuisine must stand alone
hyphens don't taste good

sublimation

Filligrees of snow
cling to north-facing canyons
the sun ate the rest

back from Chicago

Passing mono lake
high above the cumuli
we clip the wave cloud