January Silences
byFurthermore there are degrees of silence. There is a silence in the beauty of the universe which is like a noise when compared with…
Poetry
God as a Field of Mule’s Ears Daisies in Colorado
byYellow faces brayingkick the anatomyof day open.Startled green, thick leaves pricklike ears of a stubborn animal. There will never be a worda flower can…
The Territory Now Covered
byThe territory now covered by Erving was settled about 1801, by Col.Asaph White, of Heath, who built a log house in the wilderness. A…
Heroin Ghazal
byGrowth has lifted the county that buried sunflower seedsdeep into the flesh of every body, buried, sprouting seeds uncurling green as a smile, and…
God’s Silence
byAfter a long time, we spoke in the same tongue. Should I move on, I asked God and God replied, You do not seem…
Mandala
byI am glued to the interior of my thoughts. A shredded ballerina figurine dipped in gold. Trees, water, sky. Autumn. Spring. Autumn. Outside, reality…
Two Poems
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The Horse Chestnut Is About To Go Extinct in Europe. In North America, we’ve already lost half of our bird population. The meadowlark, I’ve...
Mother Earth’s Easter Address
byI am the trees, am the bodily matter of my son, the god-man who climbed one, died, and came down. I’m the dirt of…
Two Poems
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River and Fugue All afternoon I have sat in the middle of the river, disrupting the animals who live in it and come to...
Headwaters
byBelieve me, we have met our obligations, made ourselves into terrain, behaved like rivers between hills, let sediment settle, warm, fertile, into our beds,…