Wool speaks of being sheared and carded, coaxed from the sheep. I ‘d gather pokeweed berries, boil them into blue dye, let it dry, spin...

Roadhouse Out the car window trees move quickly past. Clouds stand still. Parking lot empty to the fence, to the road, to the horizon....

Maybe their scales still graze your presence, maybe their schools swim through a cloud of dissolved calcium. I don’t think the salt in...

Arthur Be gone, you bastardly bully, vacate the youthful frame that lives inside my mirror. Deliver me from your hostile embrace, evil...

or consider your father’s suicide from the safety of 25 years away set your own failures against his sleep through december through...

A red-headed toddler feeds apple slices to a baby goat while a well-on-her-way to zaftig young beauty in a wicker chair who could be his...

Into the Gap Everything on shore bites, but I’m not there. My friend Fred is back at the throttle and I’m up in the bow on a boat cushion...

Life on the Edge “Foxy,” the perfect epithet she and her like have spawned: wave-sleek, glowing paprika- and-cream in the headlights as...

Invitation to Elizabeth Bishop Mortal to immortal come walk with me on the trippy floor of Amazonian Brazil. Walk in the rain forest....

the goldfinches are back, or others like them --Elizabeth Bishop I get it now, how they could bear to see this picture hanging over the...

After the Separation I From the window I could see people scuttling through the mist, their faces striped strawberry and lemon by neon...

Abandoned and looking back every puddle is a reservoir of a remembrance a legend of metaphors and information tales of bones and music...

(A portrait by Sir Joshua Reynolds, 1784) At home in center stage, within the light, Upon your columned throne, in tragic role, This...

What Changes Before the ten o’clock HBO show with Bill Maher bait and switching his guests, spewing inflammatory rhetoric astounding us...

And Jezebel gets her chance to point an accusatory finger at the people who wrote the “record” - The truth of any prophecy’s decided by tho

A Sum of Women am I going to have to live divided I dread it I am dreading it dreading this division of my heart all four chambers used...

was written at the airport heading back home with her girls during the split – for a breath of fresh air. She prepared the bags before,...

Making Plans Cocooned in sheets, she clings to Caribbean dreams of topaz water and white sand, calypso music and fruity drinks with...

Heat Wave A prolonged heat wave brings order to our days. Here in the northern woods we’re not used to hot weather. We write letters...

Spliced On Saturday nights I dream about her, Miss Hooker, my Sunday School teacher, how we're married and in our living room and...