Poetry

Tashlich
June 13, 2013

We needed a running stream but we had our sins ...

Scavenging to Feast
June 12, 2013

I knew a girl in a tartan skirt and a plaid shirt; you can’t...

Why We Bird
June 11, 2013

Nightjars fly to the junipers and pines...

Hun
June 10, 2013

When hun walks, I walk. When he...

Steeple
June 05, 2013

Maybe love really does mean the submission of power...

A Late September Afternoon in the Office of the Birches
June 04, 2013

Sometimes, a squirrel like a thoughtagitates through the leaves.Scrabbling up the papery barkof a birch tree, almost free.When I close my eyes,the cool moss on the rockagainst my cheek feels like a memoryI can’t recall—ice cream? peaches?Sometimes, the wind delivers.But there are no messages.A gash of blue quartzveins a boulder in the clearing,pulses, fixed.One characteristic of light: it reaches.Sometimes, the wind sloughs into readiness,silent upon the strings of the birches,and like the deer I raise my head.

White Fur
May 28, 2013

In the town of my childhood, little of note ever happenedso when the albino deer was found drowned in the slough having been driven onto the punky ice by dogs,the game warden brought the dead beast to the school. I might have been seven or maybe six

Onlookers Gathered at the Traveling Chair’s Arrival
May 24, 2013

                             —Mississippi, 1940

Drift Away
May 09, 2013

At work in the upper field,                                                    hay tops little buddhas,Calming the meadow and all its attendant tributaries,Porcupine, Basin Creek and God's blue hand like a skillet lidPressing us down to infinity—We t

Summer 1968
May 08, 2013

We'd watch the news on my portable Philco.The jungle was black and white.  The bodies were black and white. The whole house strained in its silence.  I was 1A. One night my old man threw an alarm clock across my room.He screamed something, but all I

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