Two Poems
byRedbud Flamingo-beaked buds open on bare branches. Pollen-drunk, the long-tongued bees mount bright blossoms. Startled, petals burst pink against a blue sky. Only after…
Poetry
Two Poems
by“Why We Need Ponds” To break the monotony of crops we need ponds to be, on our home places, the eyes that never close…
Tree Meditation
byThis wide, aged dogwood blooms with the ivory of old teeth. Last year, a flock of cedar waxwings vanished among new leaves and fading…
Running Side By Side
byIn her Oct. 9, 2019 essay in The Paris Review, Naja Marie Aidt writes of how poetry and language make it possible to understand…
When I Stand Beneath The Stars
byAfter “When I Am Among the Trees” by Mary Oliver When I stand beneath the stars North, Dog, Scorpio, the Dippers even Venus and…
Tomorrow Tanka
byYesterday, 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
byThe Quiet is Winnowing Us The quiet is winnowing what does not belong, exposing the hidden so we can see it, see it for…
A Simple Biography
byThat last book caused me more tears than I knew I had in me. The trees turn gold with mystery, although science can explain…
Prayers
byPrayers dance tragically upon cracked city streets and beneath grimy and broken windows of old apartment buildings, where forlorn…
The Gay Divorcee (1934)
byas long as we’re on the subject of dancing & screwball comedies, glamour & the continental maybe i should mention that love requires no…