Spring Planting
There are days when my life feels like a subtle interference filled with probability and peril, and breath is testament …
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Living with Her
After Li-Young Lee She aches, and I believe it is for the ocean. She talks, her voice is the shape …
Candlelight
After Li-Young Lee We twist between emergence and vanishing. Our longings are bridges to the future, our future is what …
From Beginning to End
After Li-Young Lee There at the beginning, with everything opening like a book, the universe filling with overspilled minutes, and …
Buddy
My dog is old. His legs are going. Soon he won’t be able to support himself, and when he can …
The Idea of Love
Daylight cracks with the sound of crows. I cannot taste saffron anymore, still, I do like the color it gives …
How Shall We Afford Our Costly Seasons?
Rain falls like a fine net over the hills. The whole of our lives we are weather. Oh how to …
Stargazer
Another older poem… We used to run through the orange grove eyes shut tight, arms churning, trying to think like …
Eulogy Owed
An older poem reposted… I owe you a eulogy. There wasn’t the chance to see you leave, to hold you …
Goodbye to the Cross Court Topspin Lob
After Bob Hicok The cartilage is gone. I am left with some unfinished poems, a stack of books and a …
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