The Science of Love
Love may be a locked box,its key molded by our fractured facts,or love may be like a blizzard, one flake,then …
Category Archives: poems
From Mystery Cave
Found in a notebook: WingsI have wings,they are wooden and heavy,difficult to fly a straight line,impossible to land softly, accurately,still, …
Polarity
It feels like an unraveling,or living in a different countryunder the light of small stars. So many hours left behind,unloved, …
From Mystery Cave State Park
Three Thoughts About Walking A walk in the homey, old oak forest can set me straight,leaving just a memory of …
Looking for Words
Roses drip gray morning rain.I approach the day on foot.In the cool damp, my body inhales the aroma of mown …
Three More From Mystery Cave
After Reading a Line About Love“I am trying, but I just can’t see how it’s done.”Oh, to be at once …
Summer Sunset
It is a bleak winter day and I am longing for a warm, golden sunset… Observation…light from the setting sunpaused …
From Mystery Cave
ChildhoodJust a child, owl-eyed,touched by darkness.Standing now in sober light,dark-rimmed circles dilate, shut,another rider on the wheel. PrismThis life we …
Lighthouse
Painting by Edward Hopper, Lighthouse and Buildings, Portland Head, 1927
To the Vine Clematis Montana
after May Swenson Seven dayssince the first green nipple appearedfrom the underworld of water and root.Seizing the stone wall,hitch and …
Poetry on the run 