March 1, 2021
Talking about the Weather
is a sacred formality, it’s casual tho — anyone can improvise on it, we’re all welcomed to pontificate on the distribution of the weather, by homemade customs, long ago, Earth’s tangible twists, […]
March 1, 2021
The Sketchbook
Let’s begin with these scales Of gold light riding a script of leaves & ferns twisting along The antique boulevard as it Swings suddenly to pass below The old palazzi […]
March 1, 2021
Grapeland
Six of cups: a place where I can sit with my eyes half-closed, trees nibbling visibly involved in my days. Here grapes are as buoyant as balloons. A woman comes […]
March 1, 2021
Evensong
What music the dark makes. The evensong of frogs like monks in the dusk making the cedars their abbey, us not their god but believers who cannot read yet still […]
March 1, 2021
Jeremy
When your wife died from pneumonia last winter, I thought of the sycamore we climbed in your backyard. The tree’s mottled crust gripped our toes, and from the lowest branch, […]
March 1, 2021
Lilies
Almost June yet the blooms are already done here among my grandfather & foremothers & my father planted too early — we miss you brother. He will not see another May, […]
March 1, 2021
Lullaby Interrupted by the Stump of the Mammoth Tree
This is as close as I can get to a lullaby. It’s July — four months into the virus, and sleeping through the early morning exists only as a memory, a relic […]
March 1, 2021
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The peacock is på fågeln the revolver is on because like summer birds it is made for debts to pay them back in antigone it sounds like simon says play […]
March 1, 2021
Nel (Tenebrae)
Micah was missing again. It was Easter, a slow spring. Grandma swept the porch and said “not one foot.” Sitting on the tractor tire, we peeled its tread and heard […]
March 1, 2021
Views of Nature
After Alexander von Humboldt Von Humboldt wrote that the ancient mind didn’t much care for nature — the thing itself instead filling sea and land with symbols of human power and fear […]
March 1, 2021
The Bog
The pond flooded over its banks when winter storms heaped gravel blocking its outlet to the sea. Peat-rich water rose to drown sheep laurel, Labrador tea, pitcher plants, dragon’s mouth […]
March 1, 2021
Final Poem for the Moon
My first lover, my clavicle’s chiseler sculpting me into blue lamentation and crucible for your lunacy, summon me to scuttle forward — Cancer moon, Cancer rising — and fill myself on your dust-flashed […]