On the Islands at the End of Spring
Someday it may be rash to say spring is approaching. We go about our mindless business unaware that we really …
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What Is Hope?
Gray morning, rain washes roses. Mrs. Rafferty hangs washing in hope of better things to come. I approach this day …
Portrait*
One by one the fragments gather, float at the fringe of light outside the room where you lie in the …
The Chosen One
There is a self-contained serenity about the houses, driveways, sidewalks and streets. School has just released, children bundle home on …
Firm Lines, Odd Intervals
To love the things that simmer at the bright edge of exactitude. To love the things that quiver at the …
Song of Trust
Maple trees make their naked brown case to spring like Manao Tupapau – Spirit of the Dead Watching.* The honey …
Before Our Time
You live in secret places where celebrations are not allowed. In my room I often recite lyrics from happier times. You …
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Close your eyes. Give birth to the night, all its hidden wounds, all of its sounds, like the moon slicing the ocean …
Protected: Patience and Sarah*
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Evening Prayer
The sunset, a caesura between day and night, slow red serenity, the hushing breeze and a gradual unveiling of the …
Poetry on the run 