Hiking in the Anthropocene
byI asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. -Kurt Vonnegut I read…
Poetry
On a Clear Day
byHow quiet is Hell—how it unnerves you. Usually, panic throttles you awake but today you wake up feeling. You do not expect gentleness—you…
In My Grandfather’s House
byThere came of late an autumn eve when longing filled my heart to go to live in light, away for a while in the…
St. Martha
byfor Jennifer After Lazarus died and was raised and Christ died and was raised, Martha died. Which is more in keeping with the natural…
Letter to the Rainbow
byRed to violet and each heart-sungshade between, I beg you—consider my position. Remember how far from youI am, sitting soaked in the puddlesof this…
Glory and Her Gourd
byHow do I deserve a bumblebee in my squash flower? Honey-bearers—endangered—orchestrate through pheromones and dance. And what of this squash flower? How can I believe Adam came first…
A Prayer
byEmpty me unto thee, O Mercy, O Beginning, Port of Terror, Port of Morning.All my words pour on you, my heart in them, In…
Winter Weather
byI used to walk a trail in the dunes near Provincetown with my pockets full of birdseed. I liked the zip of the chickadees’ scratchy feet…
The First Leaf to Fall
byYou might kneel to the ground to focus your imagination on it only to find your own story from bud to leaf and in…
10 Ways to Stop Hungering for More
by1. Go outside and look at the clouds. What shapes do you see? Do not write them down.2. Open your door and step outside,…