The Wonder

The Wonder

  We’re sitting idle, another day of no skin, no face up-turned. It’s not that rain streams us featureless, but there are bowls and there are bowls, and our faces yearn to hold light. Meanwhile the bright world, yellow and blue and crooked, puts on a show of eternal,...
Three Poems

Three Poems

  Life Sentence Remember when you lived by a single quote, repeated most days with a fundamentalist zeal, little need to say more? It was the plan, crystallizing your life. Ambivalence was weakness. Oh, it was revelation when it first arrived like a dove of hope, and...
Boutonniere

Boutonniere

  In the blue bathroom, my mother’s hidden Kotex. My pajama crotch smeared with first blurred fire. Hard to describe the side yard: dog chain, verbena, teens bristling in collars of restless fire. Slow dancing with vertigo in my home-made gown. I catch the room...
December 20, 2016

December 20, 2016

  I learned a lot from the free museum lecture on the Reformation,  how it wasn’t really Holy or Roman or an Empire at all when I step back and let the big picture blur. That night at the trattoria, a stranger with thinning gray wisps  and shadow for shave declared...
Easy Wonder

Easy Wonder

  –Oxbrook Lake, July 2014 My love, we floated for hours In kayaks, side by side, scarcely dipping our paddles. No motors allowed here, no soul in any Of the southerly shore’s three other cabins. Still, we orbited north, Through a calm, sequestered cove, where beavers...
Three Poems

Three Poems

Baby steps The simple ways are the best. Roadkill soup. Jumping out of airplanes without a chute. Getting up with the sun and sleeping when the moon turns the night into a cyclops. My ambition to be done with ambition is complicated, like a butterfly that wants to...