Authorz: Ben Gieske

that first glance blinding white like a lightning strike speared by the sun she rises above all others proud and singular in her regal robes…

While walking in the park I heard a bell. While walking in the park I heard a bell. There was a bird singing in the…

WILD SOCIETY kingfisher blur of blue hi ho silvering across the waters little bird singing its heart the world will never know the cat curious…

here’s the place I can rest under this tree its canopy embracing me no sun, no moon just the dark, dark blue under this big…

a painting by Raoul Dufy Just off the road at the crest of the hill Staunchly rooted a big elm tree Spreads its canopy of…

She chops the cabbage, leeks, and carrots, forming circles of red, of white, and green. An exercise in colors he will notice when he comes.…

in the wing you stand ready the crowd is seated waiting but the curtain never rises you have prepared well rehearsed and met the tests…

Is it really? Is time something we possess     when we have the time; or something we can lose     if we find the time? Is it…

The night light might fight the night to light the night

KILLY KRANKY IS MY SONG sing and dance it all day long over the hills and over the mountains there’s a place on this earth…

It’s a butterfly day. Not yet what color can I say. The rain has just subsided. The rainbow no longer abides. Yet its colors are…

fishing a rainbow out of the blue

spring breezes blowing bubbles puppy tails spring breezes whispering now our secret spring wind sail boats in the fountain my first kite spring wind Easter…

Sleepless Restless Breathless Wondrous Promising a sleepless, restless flight Hoping for some breathless, wondrous sights

terns scattering along the shore nibbling waters keening ambling scavengers

                                       I am blind Lend me your seeing                                         I am dull Lend me your brilliance                                         I am slow Lend me your speed                                         I…

Your soft whisper       breezes across a window           of his fluted reed He hears music       your heart is playing           in the fields                  of his dreams…

(crossword puzzle: 11-05-08) not far from the suds on the Arno where the dry land is grand wild times burn hot nomads trickle across Keanu’s…

the spring pours forth its song gushes forth into a waterfall –– its secret deep within

Once upon a midnight dreary As you by me were sleeping, sleeping I could tell you were dog-tired weary As you fell away from me,…