Way: 2012-2017

A Voice by Tadeusz Rozewicz They mutilate they torment each other with silences with words as if they had another life to l...

Postscript by Seamus Heaney And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or...

The Periscope The periscope contains two mirrors tipped just so I can look through the window behind my head, see the pink blossoms ...

x: It’s Spring. Love’s Spring.                                                   The April stirring       not to be denied.  Inert ...

Often I am Permitted to Return to a Meadow by Robert Duncan as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, but is a m...

Touring Egypt The nest above the garage belongs to a finch. Mine is the savaged arm below the pillow — raised veins, petechiae — doze...

Esther, John, Carol, David Atlanta, 1955 The whistle — descending third — meant home. How wonderfully far that familiar sound travel...

Bullseye Driving home I shake at what I’ve done — handfuls of grapes prised from their stems, their tart flesh juiced between my teet...

Sea Glass Collecting sea glass, high tide, I raced toward the rocks, away from swash until I forgot. The swash rose past my knees. I...

Jorie Graham [ WSJ ] Orpheus and Eurydice by Jorie Graham Up ahead, I know, he felt it stirring in himself already, the glance, the...

WHRB The silver mike in a soundproof booth overlooks side-by-side turntables screwed to a raw plywood bench. A tight space. While on...

Sea Lion At Dog Beach The dogs find the body first, fin over teakettle tumbled by surf up the tide line onto the beach of kelp-s...

W S Merwin The Present As they were leaving the garden one of the angels bent down to them and whispered I am to give you this ...

Charles Tomlinson During Rain by Charles Tomlinson Between slats of the garden bench, and strung to their undersides ride clingi...

Harry Humes from The Bottomland : Vultures by Harry Humes Three we found sheathed in ice after a late freezing rain. Th...

Adam Fell from I Am Not a Pioneer : Limbo by Adam Fell Light falling on snow is naturally cast upward, but we are not de...

Individual Parts May Be Salvaged Alone in the house after my death the robot powers down my phone, straightens my cuffs, wipes...

Hakalau Rain begins as obake — ghost fog — sails in  to finish a sunny day. A whisper of leaves, rustle of fronds rise...

Weeding I disinter roots & branches of  trees sawed & stumps ground last autumn rotting at their slow pace. Weedin...

First Song by Stephen Berg never was    always will be mind before mind earth water fire wind sleep there tonight you you...