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The TrainThis morning the cattails sway under the weight of red-winged blackbirds with their sputtering chatter. Amongst marsh reeds the subtle croak of toads echo out and into glassless windows.And because neither had…
The Hare, the Sparrow, and the Marlin The grass does not live in me, nor the tangled mess of roots, the constellations of pebbles in the dirt.The hare's fear of the coyote, the heron and the sparrow's wing-beat live in m…
Traveling East Through VermontSugar maples blush in the chilling autumn gusts. White-tailed deer bound over brooks, settling a path in thick, dew-studded meadows. Dusk, we drift along a highway through shadows of birch …
The Morning Poem.A glacier of fog advances and meanders-- more quickly than ice might-- into the forested basins one morning in October.And seeing this, I have the urge to write poetry, but born from the breath in all…
Albion We race the falling sun beyond the yellow hills and past green grape vines and barns bending into meadows under their roofs painted the color of dried blood. The highway points west, leaping out over cliffs e…
Robin's Song For my Papa on Father's Day For the first time I notice a few gray hairs …
Fly The bird around my neck will fly away someday, soon. It disgusts me what is left at the bottom of the old bottle the wine gone stale saliva still clinging to the cork and the rim. Five minutes past midnight …
Blue Speak to me and the somewhere kids thousands of miles out of touch with blue mountains and sheep's wool skies, asking if they will ever feel the hail again or the salt of the ocean wash their faces dull, feel t…
I Am A Cherry Tree in an Indian Summer The cherry trees blossomed early this year, wandering through an Indian Summer, more winterless months without rain, but it was only…
Death Valley In the warmth of the morning sun the buildings creak and breathe with their cement sighs that bring me to the deserts again, where the giant mountains of sand…