Nature’s Nature
May/June 2019
Nightshade
It trades in poison and in balms. We call it bitter- sweet — what living isn’t?
Nature’s Nature
May/June 2019
Gaucin
The swallows got into the house and made of everything a cathedral.
Nature’s Nature
May/June 2019
Dust
We funnel it between the stones. What stones become is what holds them together. A crushing summer: white hydrangeas, in dry winds, nod. In Adirondacks we can’t fix, in a […]
Poetry
Nov/Dec 2018
Weep Holes
We build these into the dream- house, holes drilled into window sills, so rainy days drain out. No dream’s complete without looking ahead, without seeing ourselves looking back at who— […]
Poetry
Nov/Dec 2018
Self-Portrait with Eraser
I drew the eraser first because I knew it better than I knew myself and because it had been around the block before me and because it would, after having […]