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…
Faces
Faces turn up almost anywherein patterns on a rug’s jumbled displaywhat a tree’s bark offers and withdrawsto anonymity in clouds of coursewhere faces mix with birds,…
Unexpected
Unexpected but what isn’t, latelyas unpredicted weathers turn up blindfor us to finish, make themselves and uswhat each would be in words if words could saywhat…
Wave Watch
They’re coming for us steadilyunregimented, uneven in slap-dash ranks spaced erraticallywe see them uniform at first, but they aren’t they come for us because they mustto…
Measuring
Corridors walked are walking us beaches, stairs, fence-lines who’s or what’s done or doing matters only in after-thoughts wanting identity, ownership, consequence walk, site,…
