Words
Reflections on Baking
Who knew the pecans float to the top ofthe pie? Who knew —When a knife comesclean it is done?
While I recordthat the sun is making a...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
the river that cries
had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for the damned,...
