Illness, Wellness
sick for days with little sleep only its restless substitutewhat we don’t know but could have seems like magic an inhaled cluster of virus or some…
Pointers (after Marianne Moore)*
It has been said what’s best saidis left unsaid. At the Tomb of the Unknown Soldierwe attend but don’t jabber on about itas with W’s famous…
Fortunate Absences
Certain absences welcome us backspaces in the attic now empty boxesthe garage resorted, cleared of former usessongs not heard for decades creeping backscraps of lyric and…
Landscapes
If they seem indifferent at timesthey’re likely distracted as we often arewe see them as mind-worksuntil they’re memorable absencesthe seeming-solid land our former homesrested on has…
An Afternoon Spent Reading Poems
They come out of nowhere, but what doesn’t? bringing their own weather but unless its brusque or unavoidably fresh or tragic we hardly notice, caught in…
Weed Life
Walking these worded woods without a path, wading the underbrush of unfocused images without footprints almost as if we were small birds in fly-by we know…
Exiting the News
The News cannot be covered, only hinted in stark grey glimpses of its huge body a dead whale found on a beach defaced with graffiti, pieces…
A Mother’s Day
relaxes – kids are grown and gone sometimes they call or text, even visit no longer only pretending adulthood having learned to cope with what we…
At Borders
(a poem of mine recently published by Blue Unicorn, a print-only poetry journal from San Rafael CA:) Of what appears, stars and insects are acceptable as…
Paper Birds at last
My book is out, after a long wait. Check it out. https://www.unsolicitedpress.com/store/p326/paperbirdspoetry.html
The Dog Star 