Belief
Albert Camus: “There is no love of life without despair about life.”My door opens on the day:The sun rises in …
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Listening to the Dead
“…almost as if I’m making her and this poem and my pastup as I go, to help me feel nothinggoes …
Early Morning Light
Sky’s pregnant blue,golden aurora, gathered, focused.Wildflowers’ colors: magnetic,iridescent, nacreous -footlights in the field.Daybreak is a hologram,the impressionist’s dream, alivein this …
An Uncertain Poem
Can I talk about a snake without bringing up fear? or lust?This one is busy catching insects.Pretending not to move,vanishing …
Learning to Talk
The buzz of ripeningbits of zeroesbursting mineral energyfires the storyto hammer and forge nothinginto sight and sound:visions, intonationsof the eternal.Words …
That Thing With Feathers
Downtown’s in a shambles of airwhistling past brick and glass.Herds of clouds rustle over,shadows roll acrossconcrete, steel, macadam,the river of …
Seen in the Light
“…where candense, straw-strung fleshcry to for its essentialanswering other except beyond,way, way beyond the starpoints resolving into galaxies.” Antithesis, A. …
Improv
Is love a reality we made here ourselves – and grief – did we design that? A. R. AmmonsA cliff …
Fathom
A river works hard to return to the ocean.Eroding its own bed, dividing, cutting,discerning its way, deep, into the parent …
Arrival
Once more the geese are arriving in lines of code,neatly arranged, elegantly tapered,announcing the passage of another season.We arrive in …
Poetry on the run 