Two Poems
byBefore Migration Along the street I watchedthem burn plastics.Farms, often as not,stretching back throatsto the mountain.Surely the smoke willgag me, sleep me,blur thought of…
Arts
Inactive Fault, With Echoes
byRain won’t fall, won’t fall and won’t.When I learned the word virga I learned how full a cloud could be, Every word worth an extended…
Autumn Begins in Virginia, Where You Left Me
byand every year I still yearn to write them—the leaves, signature picture of beauty inevitable and stock as a sunset. …
Gems
byThese delicate buds of early Spring —the camera could not capture their charms. Words might.
Prodigal Daughter
byNo dream nor waking spirit prevents / my tendency to wander / my tendency to run with pride / my vanity / my tres-passes…
Two Poems
byConsider the Lilies i. Between the regions of anticipation and participation the heart keeps vigil for what all hearts wait for: justice to take form, the return…
Backyard Cathedral Kit
byStep One: Sweep compost of your midnights into flowerbeds. Spiral paths to the center to entice the improbable bee. Building a garden to see…
I Trend Toward Smallness
byMy life had been collecting stones& washing them in waters I’ve never been to this placeor to that one My wish had been to…
Daughter of Downwinders, II
byIn Apache Junctionmy great uncle is stungby a small bark scorpionafter he pulls his old washing machineaway from the wall.His heart fails.His wife finds him dead…
Disambiguation With a Dead Carp on the Bank
byUnplayable tennis court, its serving boxes blue with mud and cracking paint. A hyperborean bent to the wind today. I can’t warm up to…