Graveside
Men with shovels break gray clods into dust. A woman with beaded fingers asks again the question on her mourner’s …
Monthly Archives: February 2013
Entrails
Goodbyes stack up, well seasoned wood disemboweled by fire; ashen entrails to read the future. If life is all …
Out West
Someone wise said to me “A person can learn certain things out West. If you go to the right places, if you look …
The Invitation
Something is between us -the eye of a needle, a bitter pill, too many miles on sad macadam. You …
Too Cold
It is difficult to keep faith in green – grass, leaves, moss, even frogs. Snow covered ground yields no place to plant …
Protected: Wagon Train
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My Poet For The Day
I will be reading and listening to Anne Sexton’s poetry today. Here are a couple of links if you are …
Howling At The Moon
What are the wolves really saying deep in the forested night? Are they baying in wonder …
Miracle Flight
Maybe it is nothing, just geese heading South. Or it may be a miracle. How did it come to …
Listening
Seals bark on the rocks, dash madly through surf, leap, breathe, dive; can they feel it, is there such a …
Poetry on the run 