Distance
On the edge of townoaks and pines unfoldon a spray of wetlandacross my trail,knotted catbrier pins my arms;ten yards away …
Monthly Archives: July 2026
The Squirrel
Every day for three years I shared my peanutswith a small gray squirrel. She had a blond tail.I never touched …
In Dreamland
(After Mary Oliver)When I lived in the cityI dreamed I was made of bricks.When I lived by a small round …
Burning
(After Mary Oliver, On Traveling to Beautiful Places)Mary found God everywhere—dusty flowerbeds, sand under sun,certainly on distant islands,each place animated …
Poetry on the run 