Poetry

I will praise my failures. I will praise What I have not accomplished and do…

—misheard line from a poem by Fernando Pessoa Be a blue whale with a heart…

The trees bend down along the stream, Where anchored swings my tiny boat. The day…

You know from their deeply grooved bark they hold marvelous stories. They are taller than…

Between waves, under the moon’s light, after the passing of your smile into memory when…

There are ghosts in this garden. Our younger selves whisper about what we have become,…

The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which…

I try to look at the big picture. The sun, ardent tongue licking us like…

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s…

Beloved, you know who I’m calling to, though I mistake you for the bird’s song,…

This was a day when nothing happened, the children went off to school without a…

You darken as my knife slices blushing at what you become. I save your thick…

One river gives Its journey to the next.   We give because someone gave to…

I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I…

May you learn to dwell Below the surface of the days At home with the…

Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen to the wind, how to find…

The only way down is down, leaving the light for the dark, allowing the surface…

Like King David, they have drunk the wine of astonishment. Mouths open wide, they lean…

Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?…

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out…