tonight the sun sets in its usual fashion the spheres rotate inside themselves and then circumnavigate bodies in curved spacetime my children splash diamonds into the fire and acknowledge...

Sorting Through Mail at a Senior Home I make small piles on my desk To separate the residents  Who have passed and those still waiting For letters that...

Insomne Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras formando el rostro de las noches en un cielo de humedad. Alimenta el viento la voz del aguacero, surca mis oídos y...

loose harvest In another life, I was edible flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee that said tubular. It came to define me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...

The Beckoning One evening when the sky was a dark opal blue And the gnarled trees Swayed and bent in the deep wind, The boxwood scented air...

Sabbath I Every moment, in the waning sun is christened with the possibility of rest, with the knowledge that another is worthy of the green’s blessing, with the delight of light...

Meditation Under the Tree I think of you at every moment of the day even if there are others in the world, other wars to fix. It is...

Arcadian Eyes dark eyes reflect smokey flashes from deafening staccato machine guns ...

From The Adirondack Chair When young’uns (poets mostly) say elder They spout it having concluded that anyone over 39 sat a couple of rows back from Sappho in...

WITH ME AND THE STARS No one can tie down the stars in one place, my father said as he explained how the summer constellations were different from...