Nature
I do not understand nature. Cannot match bird to song, leaf to tree, petal to flower; too much learned at …
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A Poet’s Truth
As I made my run to the edge, preparing the leap that would prove my faith, I heard a poet, or …
Speeding Through The Rez
The sun beats down on tin roofs, a fist from God – the One who made the cactus flower and …
Saddled
A boy, hammered into steel. With an anvil for a mother, my father the sledge his rage a fire …
Not Lost
To think…what is lost? Her heart invents reason; reason, an art, being enough to call a wayward child home. …
Problem Solved
The neighbor is clearing his driveway of snow too deep to shovel. He uses a machine to blow it up …
Magic
I see a child whose life is dying of thirst. I see a child chasing droplets of water in a …
A Love Poem To The Higgs Boson
Well it won’t write itself and that’s the problem. I can’t write it, it won’t be written, and that most …
Easy As Pie
No one in my family eats the cherry pie. Why? It is beautiful there on the counter in its white …
Workshop
Too many people who know too many things. Could they possibly know it all? Having read some poetry, having …
Poetry on the run 