Meditation on Dusk
byThe driven rhythm of crickets behind sporadic croaking of frogs mesmerizes me. Sitting on the steps of my porch, I wonder at the glory…
Poetry
Three Poems
byThe Kingdom In constant shiver and hunger in tatters in envy and bliss the kingdom of weeds laps the blond edge…
Playing the Nocturnes: #19 in E minor, Opus Posthumous 71, No. 1: Andante
byBy the time we finally learn, it’s too late: the clock of the body turns over the hours, the days, our faces, like pages…
Hence Smitten
byThis squirrel digs my grave and marks it with an acorn. Years from now, when he’s forgotten all about me, a large tree will…
Praying the Hours at Elkhorn Slough
byGod. Ocean. Sunrise. Whatever I am sitting here between, hello. *** Sea otter profile: backcurved, hooking the tide. Nothing so distinctive –so joyfully learned,…
The Beehive Woman
byThe wise seasoned woman sat on her chair in her bedroom. Her white turban sat on her head like a beehive. I sat on…
Origins & Roots
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The bread was changed by breaking. Seven loaves torn became countless pieces. Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths. Transformed into energy enough. Still they...
Two Poems
byTable, 2 After Milosz An empty table, an empty tavern, that image haunts her departure. Everything else is cheap silverware, finger-marked wine stems. Like…
Three Poems
byCave Cricket Belly-up, splay-legged, bow-backed to the things in the dark: my mother will die, my father, my kid. Licked with dread. What I…
Panthalassa
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The light that hummed in the amniotic sea The algae that latticed itself into Tokyo-sized mats in the shallows The moment the world became...