To Horses

To horses, to horses, to horses,

Of course.

I know the joy of horses,

of course.

Trot through my dreams,

Dance in my eyes,

Over the wall to the other side.

They carry us all, they do not deny;

My horses, my horses, my horses,

Of course.

Winter

Winter is a reminder to humankind

what a cold place this world can be.

Without the fertileness of the Earth,

the warmth of the Sun,

we are all but frozen souls

in a barren land.

Have you ever been to Kalamazoo?

Written for my son, Hunter, but really for all the little (and big) kids in my life....


Have you ever been to Kalamazoo?
They have the most amazing zoo,
With animals you’d never think
Could live and eat and dance and drink.

They have the Pink Alurahoo
The most popular sight at the zoo.
It’s tall and thin and pink with green
Once thought to be very mean,
Until a Kalazoologist found
They’re extremely shy and don’t like loud sounds.

So to view the Pink Alurahoo
You go in pairs, NEVER more than two,
Then quietly stand behind the wall
And don’t make any noise at all,
Look behind the Loohura tree
And the elusive Alurahoo you will see.

Another creature at the Kalamazoo
Comes from the bogs of Tir Na Nu.
It’s long, and brown with shiny scales
And likes to munch moss and little green snails.
It has big eyes that constantly blink
Unfortunately it sure does stink.
They call this creature the Odiferous Nog
Of The Almost Unknown Tir Na Nu Bog,
An awfully long name for something that smells
And sits around munching on snail shells.

They have the Horsog of Crosby Falls.
Who likes to dance by the light of the moon
On a summer evening toward the end of June.
He looks a little bit like a dog,
with the legs of a horse and the eyes of a hog,
But it’s truly the friendliest little thing
And sometimes when he dances he sings.
So if you are in Kalamazoo in June
You can watch the Horsog dance
By the light of the moon.

I like the Alurahoo and the Odiferous Nog
And I especially like that little Horsog
But I never leave Kalamazoo without going to see
The especially smart Tingtang Turakazee.

He’s a little grey mouse with the softest of fur
That comes from an ancient forest in Kur,
He’s very well read, enjoys Black Pekoe Tea,
Recites rhymes, quotes the sages, and can just talk for ages;
He answers the questions his visitors pose
Usually in song or the nicest of prose.
If you bring him some vegetables and a dumpling or two
He’ll make you an amazing Kurama Stew.
He’s a popular fellow
You must call in advance,
But you must stop to see him if you get the chance.

So next time you’re traveling out with your friends
And you need somewhere to go that you’ve never been,
Take a trip to the spot found in Kalamazoo
You’ll find all kinds of creatures
And have lots of fun too.

Copyright 2005 – all rights reserved

Decription of a Heartbreak

When your heart breaks the world becomes monochrome. People speak gibberish They profess their understanding but everything swirls away. You can see the words, the color swirling out into the atmosphere while you smile and nod and shake hands and hug patting them lightly on the back, knowing with certainty that we all understand nothing. 

When your heart breaks you feel the cold, relentless winds of change but are helpless to stop them. You feel the universe turn, picking you up, sweeping you forward; you just don't care because fractured ice crystals live where your heart once was, piercing your chest, turning your insides blue and arctic. 

Dark, starless nights fill your head; your feet drag endlessly through the sands of time in a monochrome world that you can't resist, from which you can't break free, while you slowly turn to ice, when your heart is broken.