RAINY DAY SOULSONG
It’s time to quietthe jealous pastfind new stormsto rile our bloodone eyeon tomorrowthe other, wiseto yesterdaysharp as diamondsand the sky openedto the...
The Pruning
Deadhead the groundwhere petals lay,
not the blossomed branch, rivered& riveted
this garden, this squareof pear & pine.
Unlockthe pruning knife, cut the roses
back to thorn,...
Red-eye
Wake up in harsh lighting,startled by an announcement.There is a sudden shift fromeight hours of sittingto scurrying about your seat.Pull bags down from bins,drag...
Only the Forest Remembers
Only the forest remembersand us.The sturdy, low boughsheld us in our youthas we climbed.The upper twigs swayedand bent in the wind.From...
The Swarm
1.The buzz comes again this morning,too familiar, a tingling in my buttocksand back, my middle, my ribs.Bees inhabit my body.
A poet I know...
The Other Side of MindEven as you’re trying to decide where to break this lineI’m right hereguiding this morning’s coffeedown the twisting tubesof your...
Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...
Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
