What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?
Devotions
Devotions Meanwhile, rut-tugged moose press against velvet sky dens sounding hoofed ridges into aspen-tined bends, earth-spruced and wallowed. Meanwhile, scents […]
Ocean Sound
Ocean Sound I left the mountains for ocean sound. Every year I do this, chasing a childhood glimpse so bright […]
Summer Bones
Summer Bones It must have happened with my back turned to the sea, head full of green-song and forget-me-not blue. […]
Hunger
Hunger On a zipper catch breath they slipped from the trees, moving as meadow. Three bears rolling closer on river-rock feet […]
June
June This isn’t a poem about joy, but of what grows around it. A vining thing — glossy, clandestine, fiddlehead-coy […]
Bearbones Update
Hello! I’m so glad you’re here. Habit suggests I post a new poem tonight. Instead, I’d like to gratefully acknowledge […]
When the Woodpecker Knocks
When the Woodpecker Knocks Even the young dogs answer when the woodpecker knocks, tapping at the rough doors of aspen […]
Follow
Follow Spring presses in, circling my ribbed fences, leaping easily to merry mud-track across the clean creased floors of my […]
Cranesong
Cranesong So it turns out falling stars aren’t suns gone dark but rocks on fire, an alchemy of dust meeting […]
Tribute
Tribute It was how shadows in blue branches made tributaries across snow. I paused, not yet thinking about eons of […]
