Poetry

after a line from William Stafford When the leaves are about to yellow and fall…

Life was following its own sacred rhythm, when, suddenly, an accident interrupted the flow, changing…

Horses galloping on the hill—bright sun, blue sky, joy on an autumn morning. Gensei says,…

What a person desires in life is a properly boiled egg. This isn’t as easy…

We could point our attention anywhere – summer leaning into its most ambitious month, the…

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…