Early Morning Love Song Despite the moon, nearly full, glidingsix inches above the western horizonwhere that faint line of a Great Lake lies,my couple of cardinalsamidst the etched grey of sunrisesay it’s morning,and all the little birds believe them. Despite … Continue reading
Chick-Fil-A In the car my trainee saysI like Chick-Fil-A but I am not devoutin response to the chain’s construction across the streetfrom the Panera we deliver foodfor. And I want to say If you care about gay rightshow can you … Continue reading
Lakeside Bird Feeder, First Day It should’ve taken only that scouting,squawking jay to get the word out. Framed in a pane, on a perch,he was posed, a post card, puffed against the brittle cold. His stylishscarf feathers flicked an impatient … Continue reading
A New Day Is Born A silvered whisper caressed an old deerpath in a woodland then faded into shadows asthe night was transformed into the morning asthe sun edging slowly over the mountainshinned its golden rays onto meadows wheresoftly flowing … Continue reading
May: Great Blue Heron Look, I want to love this worldas though it’s the last chance I’m ever going to getto be aliveand know it. —Mary Oliver, ‘October’ Busy inhabiting my world—blazing car, radio blather,coffee buzz that wouldn’t last— I … Continue reading
twelve-hour daze you work like you owesomething to the clockthe boss the bills you sleep through alarmand leave a kiss on her cheeka post-it note you drive home in the darkthe sun already gone like a loverwho left you for … Continue reading
Autumn in the Wings Twigs’ lush medium is converting tocalligraphy, the dismissal of leavesto launch its winter forewarning. Ladenwith late acorns, squirrels chuck-chuck meaninglessmemos, counter-balance full bellies, tailsunfurled. I am embracing—keepsaking—the unscrolling calendar, harvestingdays tossed my way, the prodigious burdenof … Continue reading
The Dark I lay in the dark. Still as a spiderI haven’t yet decided if I am going to kill. I am done givingmeaning to arduousness. I could quit my job but another will fillit. With worthlessness. The oval mirror … Continue reading
The Frog’s Voices I listen to the voices of night frogs croaking,in the late hours of the night, and try tounderstand the meaning of their messagesechoing off the silver moon: Their hoarse voices curl through my sleepy,mind, sewing strange thoughts … Continue reading
Night-time Memories My world, a dark blue in itsVastness comes with achesAnd pains and a cache ofVisions that echo in theEbony void, of its emptiness.My music, filled with secretsAnd stories couples me toWinter’s wind as it ricochetsOff my nighttime memories. … Continue reading