Poet Tree

The sound of the voice creates things.  It can. It does. The Trabuco crystals underground twist the live  Oak trunks. Every second a new ion...

Nelly Larson was at my vibrational boundary Writing her aloneness, before she turned Alone to stone on me, while Zora continued on, Seeing b...

I no longer have to be  Every human who's ever been born, Because I am every Human who's ever been born. Pinoy cuisine by Shoreline ...

Cones everywhere, you have to have the tools For the war zone, the bazooka in your poncho, For a pressure shot that presents itself continua...

Even though you're innocent  You still have to have clean hands. And the streets of Lake Forest are immaculate With red, white and blue ...

The hummingbird trills what I need to hear From somewhere up the bottlebrush tree. The heavy fruitfall avocado bounty  Bears the elsewhere w...

Another rescue horse put down, I saw it in his eyes. He didn't want to be here, too much Pain on this here Earth grid with its malevolen...

The horse Runs round and around From the center Where it already is. Carrots like antennae In the hanging ball Twirl around the stall In lat...

Photojo PTSD kicked in again, That China Syndrome chemical spill According to the BBC Five miles away but No one would know it On the ground...

People are confused by horse owners. Why would someone even? All they can think is the Kentucky Derby, Mint juleps and owning a fine steed T...

The newborn, a shiny Frisian, So finely tuned with mom, Tails stroking on the same watch, Deep with the mother's All-knowing gaze Of vig...

A young Arabian Gets in whoever's face she can  Attract To plead for freedom. She turns her neck Like a lasso. Such authenticity Does no...

The Haflinger with the white tail Still sees a point in playing, Chasing the sun, saying hello Instead of playing hard to get With a mournin...

Hugh Nguyen is a shoo-in to win With his Proven Leadership In the middle of horse country, A scale model in some ways But in others, it'...

The hologram revealed itself: she disappeared Not just from the tape but time: How to be new in the reboot, to forget That every passing sit...

Whatever happened to dandruff shampoo I ask as the shell removes itself And the elements go back to being elemental, The body revealed as po...

It's the old vaudeville man and wife Horse suit costume routine I know, Show and tell at the ranch, with the two Horse brains on display...

Left my taxes at the tack store With my purple eyeglasses -- Another day older, I suppose. There's been so much of late to contemplate, ...

Say a little prayer for the adventure we concocted For ourselves on the fly. The tragedy unfolded On golden days, with calla lilies and oxyg...

Pumping gas by the Ali Baba motel When the world has changed: We know now the photos of the earth Are faked, the wars are agit-prop, The peo...