Poetry

Take the thorny, inconvenient step. Create a mess outside your usual jurisdiction. Stop leaning on the…

Open your hands, lift them.                 —William Stafford, “Today” The parking space beside the store…

Just lying on the couch and being happy. Only humming a little, the quiet sound…

Tell me, what would you do today if you knew your life to be a…

It is not that the sun comes up or the earth goes around or that…

The self you leave behind is only a skin you have outgrown. Don’t grieve for…

Who wouldn’t choose the just-washed white of this Aspire scripted with eighteen small miles on…

Let’s thank our mistakes, let’s bless them for their humanity, their terribly weak chins. We…

—for Papa Sitting on the deck by the river hushed and soft with the light…

This week, the news of the world is bleak, another war grinding on, and all…

Someone says “Good-bye” and disappears behind doors or fades into the distance in a train…

This might be the best I’ll ever feel, these aches, these pains, this deep fatigue—…

We need to separate to see the life we’ve made, to leave our house where…

“Bless you” to the spouse in the middle of another sneezing fit prompted by an…

it was weeks ago now. that first month of september we spent here on this…

If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the…

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.     It will flame out, like shining…

This is what life does. It hits you like a stone through the window in…

The stars fell through my window tonight Astonished I got up They were everywhere Calling…

Nature teaches nothing is lost. It’s transmuted. Spread between rows of beans, last year’s rusty…