Poetry

(at St. Mary’s) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our…

I miss you, fellow walkers – dad with double stroller, rainbow legging woman, earnest black…

Where I’m from, people still wave to each other, and if someone doesn’t, you might…

At first we just say flower. How thrilling it is to name. Then it’s aster….

Today I will praise. I will praise the sun For showering its light On this…

If I spell my name in bruised melanin and ink           …

Of new spring leaves, maples in their budding greens, I sit on copper leaves of…

One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily, And loving be natural as breathing…

Today, when I could do nothing, I saved an ant. It must have come in…

Here is the landscape of my son, prying open the horizon with his grin, of…

Yes there is fear. Yes there is isolation. Yes there is panic buying. Yes there…

Walking the river back home at the end of May, locust in bloom, an oriole…

Last time I saw her—no kidding— she was descending from a beat-up Winnebago in the…

for C. Later, you will admire the tree you came from – its artistic notches,…

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull…

After Ross Gay He is right; if we choose to look, we just might believe…

Rains come, pounding rooftops, saturating every inch of soil down to the deep. Water creeps…

When I returned Noe to the earth and she sent her staccato of sweetness up…

A normal day! Holding it in my hand this one last moment, I have come…

Dear love, what thing of all the things that be Is ever worth one thought…