We Who Wander

(October 20, 2016) We've been on the road a long time now, Dolly and I. Dolly has lost all her drive, dark circles under her eyes. My clutch is going. I cannot...

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Fox In The Corn

(October 13, 2016) such a crazy fox see him go into the corn rows see the loveliness of yellow and the silk he tears into pieces shredded into the small into the...

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Yes We Can

(October 6, 2016) Open our hearts To the promise Of tomorrow, Steeped in DREAMers Coloring cooling waters Only clouds can carry......

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For Lavish Reynolds

(September 29, 2016) Pulling over out the car the phone Telling the officer world what's going on happening Smelling the fear blood when the gun appears fires four shots Understanding every time...

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Hit Man

(September 22, 2016) When you shouted you were a hit man and lunged across the sidewalk at Sam's forehead with your third finger stretched like a weapon under the battered green siding...

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Climate Change

(September 15, 2016) Ascending Allwardt Creek, on slippery stones Our senses sharpened, suddenly we froze: Before us lay a Fisher’s whitened bones All perfectly aligned, from tooth to toes. It curled so naturally,...

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(September 8, 2016) Torn apart and pushed away, I die a little with each new day. Trying so hard to make the right choice, I call out for help but none hear...

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Début – young woman who has 'come of age'

(September 1, 2016) They say that sunsets are like fine wine. I've never tasted fine wine. I am not old enough. I have drunk of an autumn evening     And found...

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The Itch

(August 25, 2016) Often it can't be scratched, And rarely defined this human itch. It tickles just beyond reach, And niggles below the briefness Of accomplishment. Some say love is the calming salve,...

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Decennial Villanelle

(August 18, 2016) Every ten years I write one. Sometimes playfully, like a crossword, antic — Maybe this time the right touch, the light one. I tried Optics — Oh, I thought I...

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Last Phase

(August 4, 2016) Sitting in my cozy chair Late into the night Looking up at stars By my campfire, Built with care Only elders know Everything is possible....

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Gone from the wind

(July 28, 2016) How lonely it will be When all the birds are gone. No more wings Leaning on the wind. Trees and ponds Riddled with silence. No sweet notes To lift our...

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Solstice Haiku

(July 14, 2016) Wild seed-soaking rains    give way to root-warming sun:       short-shadowed summer....

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I hear my pulse

(July 7, 2016) I hear my pulse in dead of night wee hours it thrums so soft deep in my brain muted bassline from a distant prom dance endless endless and yet the...

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Pursuit of Happiness

(June 30, 2016) The work is daunting. As we struggle with each step, One hand is clapping....

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Of Leaves, Dew, Me and You

(June 23, 2016) There are lifelines on the faces of leaves tiny lacy lines of clear and flowing life life that has no major meaning; so it leans easily into the moment...

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