Yesterday, I looked  back, shaving. A moth crawled through the fog of my face in the mirror. An open window unmakes a wall, the…

The Quiet is Winnowing Us The quiet is winnowing what does not belong,  exposing the hidden so we can see it,  see it for…

That last book caused me more tears than I knew I had in me. The trees turn gold with mystery, although science can explain…

Prayers dance tragically upon cracked city streets and beneath     grimy and broken windows of old       apartment buildings, where forlorn…

as long as we’re on the subject of dancing & screwball comedies, glamour & the continental maybe i should mention that love requires no…

The driven rhythm of crickets behind sporadic croaking of frogs mesmerizes me. Sitting on the steps of my porch, I wonder at the glory…

The Kingdom In constant shiver and hunger     in tatters in envy and bliss the kingdom of weeds    laps the blond edge…

By the time we finally learn, it’s too late: the clock of the body turns over the hours, the days, our faces, like pages…

This squirrel digs my grave and marks it  with an acorn. Years from now,  when he’s forgotten all about me,  a large tree will…

God. Ocean. Sunrise. Whatever I am sitting here between, hello. *** Sea otter profile: backcurved, hooking the tide. Nothing so distinctive –so joyfully learned,…