Words
The Studio
My mind is unwritten musicAnd a million notes played at once:A blank stave overflowing.And in this chaotic emptinessLies the melody that seeks to be...
Thanksgiving
When we arrived in this unknown placewe knit together in a waythat made me want to shoutthis, this is my family.How could you know...
Three Poems
accomplice
he shoves a rusty crowbar into my hands
i want you to climb up on the rooftear up some of the shinglesmake it look like...
middle ground
we find ourselves this long morning of this long week children of division some of us already know this place grew out of it like weeds in sidewalk cracks we...
quarantined thoughts
i had my thoughts in quarantine but somehow they got out and now they’re loose on the town and moving aboutand if you feel anxious you best keep...
Arguing with Something My Dharma Teacher Said
There was a bumper sticker in Colorado in the 90’s that said, “Shit Happens” — you remember the one? The next one was a...
Postscript
Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream.
Some days the sun sings I’m...
When Everything Falls Away
This is the place of the dead.
Smooth, square, polished stones stand in a meadow.
There are names carved on these stones
As if to say, “This...
Get it Together
Just there after, the lights dim down to a nearly indiscriminate fade.The hush falls on the crowd like a falling line of dominos.It’s the...
Garden Graves
To my surprise,
there are still three Cardinal Climbers which have bloomed in the chill of mid-October;
their regal red trumpet petals open & held high...
