[ Issue 4 / February 2013 ]

She sees vaccines and illusions

riding downtown curbs,

city night balanced

along the edge of a duotone slant,

moon pulling shadows across current,

spotlights revolving below a dome

striated with silvered contrails. Loss

tattooed on the wing of a dream

let to fly. She walks beside a river wall

to the peace garden, haiku in stone

rooted in nuclear war.


A tug boat plies upriver, lone deckhand

near the bow, incurable eyes sweeping

a rectangle of sky as trucks throttle

down bridge slopes.

Bridge legs collecting shadows

as she traces carved letters a mile

beyond the work-week’s spinal taps.


Tough to be solo amid these weekend couples.

Flaring colors across fresh canvas after

a wreck in the same town is hard work,

the promises given in that dream

echo inside memory.

She pivots away from laughter,

dank cloth of hot summer on her arms

and legs, gaze snagged

on an initialed bench.

Recently married on a Kauai beach, a loving Grandfather for five free spirits, Poet and Artiste Charles’ chapbook Into the Owl-Dreamed Night is available from Uttered Chaos Press.