The Bird
The bird pinwheels with haphazard grace, falls, weighted with buckshot – the first in a long line of killing. Not …
Monthly Archives: February 2013
Firestorm
Wildflowers and bloodroot bloom in a firestorm of Spring release. The undercurrent of leafing in meadows and woods draws the …
Postcard From Up North
Snow is still falling. Trees hang over fences like rodeo clowns at the end of the day. Under columns …
Prayer Of Thanks
-How it comes all of sudden, lightning being perhaps too precise a description, maybe thunder gathering itself in the …
My Poet For Today
I will be listening to and reading the poetry of Mary Oliver today…here is a taste of what I will …
Flying Day
When a solitary pasture appears, spread like a painted fan, my eyes are newborn. The world is color and light. …
Take Care
There is power in seeming certain – danger also. When the Witch is dead you will be held to account …
Autumn
When there is nothing left to say I will brush the cobwebs from my soul, this rusted dented old soul. …
My Poet For Today…
I will be listening to and reading Andrea Gibson’s poetry today…thought I would share a bit of what I’m experiencing… …
Upon Finding The Wine Cellar Dry…
A Question Of Loyalty Loyalty to what? …to a rag of certain colors? What could be more ridiculous? …
Poetry on the run 