The Art of Leaving Yes, some of us will never leavethe lane, smell of urine, boundby bricks with smeared bloody handprints.We will run behind your vehicleleaving the place, watch it go holdingthe last lamppost, and if we meet againyou have … Continue reading →

Goose – 1 This, a good place to beginthe circle, dear jogger, opens upthe park and the morning. You should not stir the goodnessor the goose.The skein of the waterfowls are scatteredin the pasture.Today’s mood made them shells holdinga hollowness … Continue reading →

I Used To Dislike Eventide Sun sets the honey hive on fire.This is still earth, here,a little more ornate, a shade of bride-fresh. I cover my mother’s hand with mine,hers ever tinier, shrinking further,becoming those of my daughter’s,still large enough … Continue reading →