Purity
The wind came up. Light came down in graying shafts through waves of clouds breaking on the mountain face. Rain …
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Hospice, the View From Inside Elk River, MN
The wreckage of sunlight breaks through shades, and windows that do not open. There is the chair where you read …
Raincoat
The rain on the back of my neck reminds me to wear the yellow rubber coat. I think of the …
How We Move
…there is remorse it comes in waves that can be jumped if the timing is good. There is something …
End of Grief
The green in all its shades is luminescent, polarized and poised to become. Everything else is silvered by the sun, …
Finding A Voice
It recedes, diminishes and returns on the back of a storm, sound coming from nowhere or out of itself, wind …
From The Sea, a Dream
Out of what light and abundance did he come? Carefully stepping into the edge of your gaze, patiently waiting for …
Desire For Knowledge
The blank stare of rote memory is a look into what we will become. Better throwing yourself into the wind, …
Below The Surface
It’s not really a question of perfection. That was ruled out long ago in someone’s garden. In the West there …
The Next Step
Everyone feels it happening. The slow steady slide over the edge. There is no stopping it. There is not …
Poetry on the run 