Forsaking Names
“Just as a person is what they always were, so they already are what they will become.”– Carl Jung We’re wanderers all, shedding nameswith their moments…
The Other Journey
(after Tomas Transtromer) The other journey, the one we’re always on but don’t know of except now and then in pauses, where nothing is happening…
A Day in Moments
The winds pause though never for longan inner buddha holds up a cell phonefew in its huge crowd notice, only one sees, smilesA small boy playing…
Roping Poems
I know I’m not a cowboy and this beast’s not a cowan antelope, a porcupine, a buzzard or a deerit has three eyes, no four, no…
Under Fire
(for Alice Oswald) Knowing we’re under fire is more than a beginningit’s a flash turning, a leap into a diminishing spacebetween life and deathA war on…
July Aubade
Eyes won’t open. Seen through their lidsthe room has taken on mingled colors of morning lighta prism or water vapor would make rainbows ofcloudless, sunny, promising…
Without Exaggeration
Describe a sea, a prairie, a mountain rangeas they would themselves if they needed toour seeing is re-inventing what doesn’t need to beyet allows it. Describing…
Working the Ordinary
(TaoTeChing 42) Digging new homes in the gardenfor perky tomato plants from a local groceryfor sleepy potato plants in a box from UPSraking old leaves, trimming…
The Myth of Meaning
What comes next in a temporal lockstep overcomes itselfIs there ever a moment emptyof what we can see, hear, know?Is day the meaning of night or…
The Dog Star 