Category: poems

• February 2.0

  Snow crusted garden, last year’s coneflower grey as old bones, q-tipped and stiff in the wind, the neighborhood scoundrel cat passes through the damp and molder…

• In the News

  In the news about deportations to countries less worthy I heard a chance remark keywords: poverty, extreme a rhetorical question of how one might fare…

• Winter

  The snow started falling yesterday morning. It came down in fat motes, curtains blowing sideways. Sleet at midday, popcorn against the windows. The cats slept.…

• Love Sleeps

  I closed the door on you. This is not a metaphor. You were snoring.  I couldn’t abide. I need a quiet house. That’s not your…

• The Breakup Poems

  My writing process is circuitous. It winds along rivers and wanders through woodland and ends up in back yards, usually my own. I seldom know…

• Ship of State

  Who knew it was all so fragile? The ship of state a houseboat of cards pontoon shantytown heaving in the hot humid bluster of a…

• Death Toll

  When the snow comes we stay in the house with mugs of strong tea and honey, fleece and flannel, buffalo plaid and log-cabin quilts, The…

• Hard as That, Too

  Here is the part both hard and easy: When you see what’s missing and it’s all that you (simply) stopped doing while you went about…

• No Hard Feelings

  I. It’s the water that carries us, after all, like mermaids astride the glistening shell of the giant sea turtle, we are slippery wet, slick…

• Dust

  We walked across this desert once, red dirt rising to meet us, the impressions made by our bared soles no more lasting than the thin…