Category: Poetry

    We share a bed, a bathroom, a garage, checking and savings accounts, a mortgage, three credit cards, a car/ car payment, a last name, vacation plans, r...

It’s your funeral, we say,             but it’s not.   Funerals are for the living.   Jannie and her brothers and sisters packed their father’s ashes in shotgun...

  You see them still up in January as the days struggle to push the light past four o’clock,   snow clouds like balled rags soaking up spills of blue ...

Standing in sand a physicist once told me that water has no memory. The movement of waves a continuous forgetting and forgetting Of the feel of rock, and childr...

Trail to meadow.  Lay down your compass.  Braid the perimeter, follow yellow: clover, skin, starline, grass. Lay down.  In this cup of earth’s palm.  The distan...

  After Joan Sauro   When I am fire, I cannot easily go home to take the chicken from the freezer and open a can of olives.   When I am fire, the...

Most of what you’ll learn about stars and space and even dark matter will be cheery:  will be cheerily presented in your yellow, bright, (like the sun!) cheery ...

If we were to wait a moment for the things we refuse to know—the waiting of early February,   of the sky that grays before the storm, scent of cold, like m...

This was off some tributary of a dirt road, a day excursion, nine of us and the driver before a gash in the earth covered up by brush, so I never would have see...

They arrived in a vehicle, all together, sweat covering their bodies, top hats in hand, dancing their preferred means of communication, a jump rope swinging bet...