Poetry

He wants to fill in the pasture’s low spots. I say no, no, no these…

O body, cracked bell that still sings when struck, O leaky cup, O broken stem,…

Oh to find that still surface, the glide of silk and silence, sun lit along…

Gather your selves: critical and kind, scared and brave, thoughtless and hurt. Mistakes and failures…

Sifting through crisis we parse flecks of gold from pebbles in silt, mirrors of True…

Step out on mossy water’s-edge rock, let the river’s rush take you beyond yourself. When…

i did not want to write a poem full of corpses so i wrote a…

#7 This sound of children singing the sun up will shape every last Himalayan snowflake…

She rarely made us do it— we’d clear the table instead—so my sister and I…

Because one must be naked to get clean, my dad shrugs out of his pajama…

Come to my funeral dressed as you would for an autumn walk in the woods….

Let me not forget to notice all the seasons of the ocean with an awe-filled…

We are tattered bits of cloth looking for pattern in the dependable void. At dusk,…

This sound of children singing the sun up will shape every last Himalayan snowflake echo…

I brush away snow to watch the pulse of water beneath ice. We’re allowed to…

How to meet the grey turn of the forecast, the stutter of any new uncertainty….

Go gently today, don’t hurry or think about the next thing. Walk with the quiet…

The network of caverns inside my heart has enough rooms for in-laws and aging parents….

White-throated sparrows dart in and out of the hedgerow, their sweet long notes rising above…

And if it’s true we are alone, we are alone together, the way blades of…