Prayer for Solid Ground
byJanuary 20, 2017 The memory isn’t old enough— its ragged edges still seep. With just a fat needle and yarn the color of sunrise,…
Poetry
Micah’s Prophecy
byTime subsides and you fall back into the hammock of another easy truth. There are so many ways to disguise this. One reigning idea…
The Reach of Justice
by79. lynching. Circa 1920, location unknown. The arc of the moral universe is an arm span flailing in the Georgia heat and nightfall knows…
Songs of Displacement
bySouth North + West (core sample) East 1. A missed childhood in Asia couldn’t be reclaimed The Chinese characters didn’t recognize her adopted name…
A Rose
byHow can you run about two minutes after you are born? Be a horse, then you can discover a valley, the taste of a…
Summit, Elk Hills
byIn the distance, smeared by haze, thin snow from last week’s storm that seems to persist along the ridgeline will melt in a day…
Aldo Leopold’s Cabin
byjacked cider, giant saw teeth, bald eagles raking the sleepy Wisconsin River for risen fish, sandbars with ribbons of chocolate like a marble cake…
Snowbound
byI can’t walk far or drive away. I’m here, deep in snow. Still, I can follow the heart better than on a sunny day….
Tears
byForty years ago, I wrote I would sooner disgust you than ask for your compassion. My tears are barley water. I give you my…
Notices
byOnce an Irishman in his coffin had to be wrapped from foot to chin in English wool, not Irish linen. I saw this notice:…