• Optimism
    By Chris Clarke on 2008 09 26 at 1:39:00 am | 0 comments

    Take my fingers, split nails to the quick,
    tear off this sallow skin from nail and bone
    and scatter all of it among the rocks
    to feed the creosote. This back long-bent
    could be reduced to vertebrae and flesh
    to jerk and desiccate, this pliant hide … (continues)

  • Dry
    By Chris Clarke on 2008 07 30 at 2:11:01 am | 0 comments

    This wizened mind will ebb, this desiccated soul will seep
    into the land, as water poured upon this land will seep
    beneath the grains of sand. An evanescing shine recedes
    there on the ground and vanishes, as avid, thirsty air
    sears the sere

    … (continues)

  • In the light of day
    By Chris Clarke on 2008 07 30 at 2:09:21 am | 0 comments

    In the light of day
    even the desert asphalt
    sparkles like diamonds.

    Obsidian heart
    bleeds joyous carnelian;
    my eyes turn … (continues)

  • Coyote Crossing
    By Chris Clarke on 2008 07 19 at 10:42:30 pm | 0 comments

    Today I pulled a dead coyote pup off of the road.
    He’d evidently lain out in the sun a little while,
    but death and desert sun had not erased the sweet sly guile
    there on his face, mute eyes with arid dignity unbowed
    despite a cloak of flies. Across

    … (continues)

-->

Archives

Socialism

Nature Blog Network