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 […]
Kinglet
Kinglet for Inger It wasn’t always like this. For years I mourned you with sackcloth, stirring the ashes with a […]
Clouds
Clouds As the wind, sly-fingered, plucked at the hemlocks they shivered, gently, shedding fine showers of snow from their gloved […]
Forest
Forest Hello, said the spruce cone, and teetered on its tip before toppling to one side near my foot. Hello […]
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