What did I want to do when I came back to write — to detail the drift — two wild hares a dead mouse, a tiny beautiful owl one of the hares chewed up and now this —a tortoise’s muddy back — …

There’s a kind of love, maybe just compassion, that we feel for old peopleany old person. And when the we is the significant other of the old personit is love, it’s love added to the regular …

Wind chimes hang high in the branches Above a roughhewn house on a hill of cedar Suspended by a single golden hair A rooster crows in the distance I wake and the vision fades But still the dream …

It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear.— Khalil GibranI relish days in solitudelanguishing in this estuarybefore being propelledinto the merciless oceanSwallow melike …

Even during the storm, tonight’s moonlight is generous enough to wend its way through the blinds, shifting patterns on my pillow. So here it is, this full moon in late March, on the cusp of spring, …

At the moment of his death, all the painthat had pulverized his body lifted, woven into a cape of worsted,roughly knotted wool, furled above me, alit, and stitched onto my body. I struggled to stand, …

Snow soft and pretty on a windy winter day, pure white and undisturbed, it beckons us to play. Pushed by plows, the cars fly by. Snow blackens from the dirt, soon becoming something else, something we call …

Thank god in the cold for supermarket flowers. Such extravagance — I bought three lush bunches of tulips, though I wanted so many more to mass in glass vases on every surface in the house, vivid oblong …

In my backyard, trees tower above me. I run my hands over their surfaces: oak cast in flaky shells, ash in diamond ridges. After yesterday’s rain storm —a musky scent, hoof marks in the ground. Soon, …

With all the garish honking, I expected to see “just married” signs and a tawdry string of tin cans dragging noisily from the tail feathers — Canada Geese dropping out of the blue into a small …

I lay with this man and no one else for forty years or more. I lay with this man and no one else I love him to his core. I lay with this man and no one else since I became his wife. I lay with this man and …

Last night I uncovered poemshid so well it took me fifteen years to find them,a ribbon tied around a packet of blue linenas if whoever bound those sonnetswanted whoever unwrapped themto appreciate …

Swallows race to open-mouthed young in the cob-webbed rafters of the cedar boat house. The feeding frenzy takes a voyeuristic back seat as the birds watch lovers entwined on a park bench. Even birds …

I am dreaming of golden slumbers And seeing my friend, “hey Jude!” I am dreaming that Eleanor Rigby will notice me On that day, oh! Here comes the sun It is something about her …

Those who watched him living didn’t know how deeply one he was with all of this. -Rainer Maria Rilke

We see the pain, we sense the fear We take it in, we hold it near. We want to help, we want to cry We turn away, we only sigh. We see the wisdom, we see the lies We see the truth, we compromise We never …

She will you know. It begins early morning, as the sun shines down her belly, blinding you with her glaring beauty. She is much more than divine. And that’s the first trick. She beckons with the sweet …

Much is blamed on women. How we wear our beauty, for example: boldly, irresponsibly, flash and flaunt, or not at all: mouse dropping drab. It’s 1948, girls are singing, wearing white, a chorus from the …

Strange voices, but not off key thousands, but all in harmony. I can hear them calling me. All past versions of what lives with me. Each having their own bit of complexity ,to the song that is …

o friends let us let go of the rocks let us each take a leaf from the ground let us each take a leaf and let it rest for a breath let us each take a leaf and let it float on the breeze let us each hold a …