Walking in Snow
The snow teaches me separateness, the ice to be hard. Though I was born in the desert, where the teachers …
Monthly Archives: November 2013
Closing Time at the Museum
Today is a wish, or a halfhearted promise of escape from the contrived hopes that scaffold my vision. In the …
Searching For Goodbye
Originally posted on Poetry on the run:
We begin saying goodbye, become distracted by the search through time – attic, relics, the…
“A Blaze of Changes”
The Age of Water Primordial Water Virgin Birth “Salt” The first word in the place where it all begins. “Fire” …
Out of the Shadow
Shadows of mountains guard the thin ground of this life. The high dry canyons stretch out around seamless dunes …
Voyageur
Combed through trees the wind brings secret motion. The sun rising in the eye of a silver needle brings …
Searching For Goodbye
We begin saying goodbye, become distracted by the search through time – attic, relics, the old street, a man …
Among the Stars
Veracity, the rare poetic kind, is the light of a million diamonds, distant, cold, hard, brilliant. This initial light shining …
This Small and Open Place
This small place with its invisible wall and nowhere to stumble on the smooth black streets. How do I …
Tinted Images
Originally posted on Poetry on the run:
I remember tinted images yellow and stained in old wooden frames. The glass was scratched and…
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