Are You Listening?
byIf I was tree green instead of black they would come and cut my branches, destroy my roots, transport my life and turn me…
Poetry
After Aquinas
byTry making a man with no soul, you who can do all things. Not quite all. Is it you or your end that’s manifest…
Honeybee Sonnets
by1. What did I want but a child’s settling in to the hand holding her own? Jagged people fitting into other jagged people for…
Prairie Aubade
byFossil-pocked limestones scrimshaw the top soil and dare a rasp to hone its plow. Burnished switchgrass transfigures green when last years’ dregs catch fire….
Lunch at Loch Raven
by…The life I learned from yours (I think) fit no easy parameters, bore no titles, fiddled with truths, and turned the land all lime,…
San Francisco
byAll the way west, where Isadora Duncan was born and saw her family ruined in finance, to which her response was drop out of…
When the Audience Tired, Little Richard Would Scold, “The Beauty is Still on Duty”
byThe manila sun is warming it and warming it common over into spring seen with your thighs. Acorn green— a tropical frog with dour…
Terms of Venery
byIn droves and skeins and sords and doles, gleans, lofts, coffles, fevers, mysteries, shoals, by murders, bevies, drifts, mischiefs, as clews, as swarms, like…
Little Songbook of the Dark One
byTonight your breath smells of the Autumn rain That ran barefoot on grass all afternoon. We’re amateurs in life, so thunderclouds Will trouble us…
A Fisherman’s Story
byI walked to the edge and felt, no knew I could go no further. Between us there is a welcome chasm.