While We Sleep

While We Sleep  by Sean Patrick Leary She has two more hours to go, in the bowels of the city. All that is flushed in the night swirls through the funnel, and she waits at the bottom trying to catch the debris, and sort the deposits. They all come at once: in the first room a premature birth while another is dying next door, compressions and a tracheal tube on an unconscious man, a morbidly obese opioid addicted woman in room five with chest pains and a history of heart attacks, room ten’s 19 year old mother with fluid lungs … Continue reading While We Sleep

Ponderings from Massanutten Ridge

Ponderings from Massanutten Ridge  by Sean Patrick Leary   When a man with peace in his heart is told by a man of violence that they will revisit their encounter and one will need to take the life of the other, is it right for the peaceful man to dampen his soul with the study of violent arts?  When a nightmare filmstrip plays on a loop inside a man’s head and the broken volume control is set to amplify and echo: pain, agony, frustration, and anger, how can he look out at those with him and project Love?  How can … Continue reading Ponderings from Massanutten Ridge


  Vinotok by Sean Patrick Leary   Breasts overflowing from medieval garb, dance through my high altitude alcoholic haze, along the shadows of the dark lit street, seducing me to give in to the autumnal equinox, and follow the Green Man.  The maidens circle his staff, passing bottle and glass, singing, we’ll toast your wine, and drink your brew, and maybe we’ll make love to you.  They spin in flowing dresses to the beat of a hand drum, toward the four road intersection for the trial of the Grump.  Under the Crested Butte, backlit by harvest moon, before a council … Continue reading Vinotok

Ice Climbing Together

by Sean Leary What is it about the early sun on the snow that makes a girl more beautiful?  Fresh, new, pure, alive.  That day we walked together, bundled close, into the enveloping white of the canyon.  The snow crunched under our feet, mile after mile on the steeps.  It is quiet and we are alone, the endless glittering canyon ours.  We walk together, hands grasping hands as we slide on the descent through the stoic trees.  We take our time in the sensual cold, we are in no hurry. When our purchase drops away we hold tight – staring … Continue reading Ice Climbing Together

Monarch Crest

                                                                Monarch Crest by Sean Leary  The car stops climbing, I mount up and pedal higher. No air, screeching lungs and protesting muscles, agony at eleven thousand nine hundred and sixty. I stretch on the apex – teetering on the Great Divide,  I sit in the scree, It will be better from here. My humble eyes rest on the sparse trees  that cannot reach, above life. The Sawatch Range, Pikes Peak, San Juans, Uncompaghre Range drift around me in the mystic white, floating on clouds that swim through their valleys. My muscles are warm and I feel strong, for the … Continue reading Monarch Crest