Parent-Teacher Conference (en Espanol) If I hadn’t heard those words, if I hadn’t seen them in black and white (because sight is a very powerful sense) and the translator hadn’t sobbed while explaining what “things at home” meant, if I... Continue Reading →
Fire Walk I fall through the ice where your collarbone cracks. The deepest wound is just below the rib where the breathing stops. Sheep run down the mountain in cumulus clouds that shield the body of fire with the mystery... Continue Reading →
Kayaking the Upper Buffalo Whitewater rainbows in spray, pool dropping between willows, river birch, driftwood—three buzzards, droop-shouldered, perch in ash. Popping lid on tin of sardines, one bird lifts immediately into flight, begins to turn circles on wingtip. Sun splashes... Continue Reading →
The Snowman and the Sun Despite the snowfall or because of it the snowman lifted himself up from the quiet blanket of nothingness and said to the sun ++++++ This is my yard ++++++ these children ++++++ who made me... Continue Reading →
this is how you remember high school a dreamed-up kiss, too tight clothes & claustrophobic skin, the world spiraling into sense, the chemistry of falling out of love, the wingless phoenix struggling to fly, multiplying loneliness, the certainty of being... Continue Reading →
Where are You (In memory of my mother who passed in 1989) Three decades since I saw your face Your voice's tune long forgotten How I wish I could erase that day From so FRICKIN long ago My only true... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 