Nuns

poetry
  Have you heard the one about the nun and the penguin in the bathtub and the nun drops the soap and says to the penguin, Do you think you…

Theurgy

poetry
  Today I try to touch you through your voice now chattled to the answering machine and answering to our password TRICK which fails to trick you to emerge—-merely bypasses…

Morning Song

poetry
  He pecks me awake before the hills have rolled out their green tongues. This is why I love the woodpecker best of all the birds in our double-woods. (It…

Tornado

poetry
  Woman comforting an injured dog, the caption the morning after the tornado says, but if you click for the bigger picture, the text changes to woman comforting an injured…

Outage

poetry
  I need a flashlight to find the flashlight, but make do without, feeling my way down the basement stairs, brailling my hands along the packed shelves where we keep…

Still Life

poetry
  We say that: still life, the way we say stay to the dog already gone.

Barely There

poetry
  I had touched the weeping birch in the cemetery so many times that there was a small mark, a grease mark or worn place where my hand had rested,…

In the dream he’s a blacksmith

poetry
  and she is a child, cradling an old horseshoe no one will miss. A small black pony stamps its feet. Smoke sways on the ceiling. Come closer, he says.…

A Map to After

poetry
  Silence keeps its winter axis.   I want to make a map. For arrival in a wind so fierce It looks as if the moon is burning, its stem…

Blaze Palmistry

poetry
  In the lines on my palm the old man finds two loves, two children, and two dozen jobs. One boy and one child a mystery. An unhappy career in…

Metaphor

poetry
  One of the few things we found to do in that hot city those lean years was visit the zoo, which must have been free, we were so often…