Morning Song
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…
Seven Things Teacups Have Been Known to Do When No One Is Looking
Uncrook their white elbows for ten wild minutes to point with abandon as if they were choosing a chocolate assortment. Designate which of the fleurs de lis inscribing…
Barely There
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
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
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
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…