Breaking Trail

in winter stillness
ancient aspens watch
a chickadee flitting past
feathered music
over infinite blue

atop the buried meadow
a man paused
looked back at the trampled snow
the trail of footsteps
each print a shadowed testament
to sweat falling from his brow

all he could see was white
reflected memories in a sea of snow
light’s harsh truth
stinging weary eyes

a deep sigh
a gasp of icy air
a hesitation in the heartbeat of being

a smile

he chooses life


tio stib

2016, 2018

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Beyond Reason

Is it tragic When reason
pummels passion?
Can I truly breathe
When logic conquers all?

how controlled must my life be
by unseen boxes
how much more of me exists
beyond my fenced in mind

if passion storms
my consciousness
if obsession drives
my soul astray
can I surrender
the crutch of rationality
to be whole and free

tio stib

2014, 2015, 2018

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Seattle Sun

a bright Spring day
after weeks of grey
students spilling
out to play

Blasts of sun
clothes undone
smiles and screams
and naked fun

a writhing mass
my eyes aghast
I even saw
a bare white ass

but Came the clouds
and then wet rain

Seattle weather
once again

Tio Stib
2015, 2018

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Flavors of Friends

Some are vanilla,
predictably plain
Dependably true
always the same

Some are exotic
sherbets with fireworks lives
occasionally glancing
to check others’ eyes

then the specials
like bubblegum treat
beautifully different
sumptuous sweets

Yes, chocolate, strawberry,
and rocky road too
friends of all flavors
some licked and
some chewed

like ice cream
I taste them
each one of a kind
then off on their way
they melt in my mind

Yet over the years
a few friends remain
these flavors I savor
and again

Tio stib

2014, 2016, 2018

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Blind Man on a Bench

a surprise lover
the cool breeze kisses my cheek
my body delights
in sunshine’s warm embrace

wavelets lap softly on the sand
the scent of seashore drifts into my nose
a fly buzzes by

birds surround me
chirping behind
squawking above
honking across the water
laughter approaches

raucous conversation
“good morning!”
“Good morning to you”
the footsteps fade
a blast of male perfume persists

I bite an apple
my lips pucker


immersed in a beautiful day
mind swimming in memories
a blind man on a bench

tio stib

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the cave dwellers stirred

doors cracked

light and warmth crept inside

the sun, long unseen


cautious toes inched out

pale faces squinted

fists rubbed dazzled eyes

lips curled with wonder


voices murmured



a zombies’ reunion


tio stib

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an eye opens
no bright light
no sunshine
a dark, gray, day

deep in the cozy comfort of warm blankets
I snuggle

the mind stirs
no “to do” list
no appointments to miss

the eye closes
I choose hibernation


tio stib

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