we cannot calculate what we have lost as other species tumble into death the Ash tree standing through the windy frost no longer lives to take and give us breath we watch in horror, … Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
awakened at 2 am by a crying baby, no cat, no, baby, no, cat below the window, a howling above the wind’s whine a freezing night my bare feet find the floor and into … Continue reading
Were the other sisters ever envious of Saint Teresa of Calcutta? They worked side-by-side with her, yet remained as nameless as the rag-colored bags-of-skin-and-bone souls they lifted, washed, spoon-fed and cradled through suffering. Did they feel equally-sainted in God’s eyes? … Continue reading
the oak-leaf hydrangea knows nothing of the slaughter in Orlando only that the time for blooming chill-white flowers has come and the catbird hopping behind me, as I mow the lawn, is not weeping but looking for food in the … Continue reading
I am debating with the reddening sky the nature of the ideal horizon. Perhaps, the still whiteness of the northern most mountains refracting the first light of a newborn day and sending it scattering dancing over icy lakes or possibly, … Continue reading
Certain times of day are ideal for dusting depending on the location of the windows within a room the way the sun exposes any crumb let this stellar confessor guide the cloth and always begin from the highest point leave … Continue reading
After you have scrubbed and gowned in that chilly-green cotton as I fall into the dreamless land that lies beneath this icy-white drift before you reach for the scalded scalpel take a moment to see me where I fit in … Continue reading
Bob Sill had a Bravo! bass voice rumbling, rich with thunder tender as warm rain quenching the thirsty church and theater halls but he loved to farm the land. He’d drive his tractor digging into the hard soil singing the … Continue reading
HUP 2 3 4 The peep-peep-peep from the hallway is not a fluffy chick, under incubator, but some measure of infusion or rhythm holding the line between earth and heaven’s reward (so, is … Continue reading
From the moment I was born you were preparing me for this. Standing me up letting go of my arms as I bobbed on waves of air walking into the world Encouraging me as I bobbed back to you … Continue reading