Tell Me Story Again, preview of a new poem collection
I recently completed a poem collection, Tell Me the Story Again. The poems are song-like, set in a future (or possibly ancient) world. The narrative voices are many: grey cat, grey […]
…between ancient roots
outside doing something else I turn and see them snowdrops thrusting through dead leaves beside a snowdrift I drop everything, pick up a rake, clear their bed the garden, an […]
…or not
first take the sunlight inside your body and soul then dip down into the darkness of the waters add the salt of the earth, take a deep breath: you’re here […]
…your path is waiting
Where is mountain, where is sky? Mist and cloud may know or merge unknowing: where is water, where is air? Between peak and valley, day and night, where am I? […]
…it’s enough
it is all poetry, even a dark morning at the end of Fall, twisting oak branches revealed, small birds and the last lacy leaves still holding fast rivers and rivulets […]
Autumn at the Happy Hermitage: ghazal verses
the leaves are falling, the ridge rising into view I know it was there all along, but now I see the still blue wave, and the rocks invisible still silent […]
ecstasy
ecstasy takes time, even if it lasts moments you have to slow down so ecstasy can find you the way the light finds each plant in the sweep of day […]
…the way
I am barefoot, sometimes the way is soft, a frog leaps pondward, touching my foot, the birds keep watch I don’t know where I am going, what I will find […]
…listening to the ground
no objective correlative for this hard time more life in a desert than in desolation this grief is punctuation. stop. what can be next? the pressure of sorrow and terror, […]
…here’s my hand, a ghazal for the year’s turn
sometimes watch your thoughts: leaves floating by on a stream other times, hunt your thoughts down, be a predator the witness knows which thoughts pass, which to devour in winter […]