Sometimes while driving a dirt road beside a blooming canola field
Sometimes, while driving a dirt road beside a blooming canola field,all things become simple, exquisite, undivided. Yellows flow unframed and unforced through g...
Category: Poetics
An open letter to the Lord God complaining about the abundance of sickness and suffering
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
Orange hawkweed
I don’t mind my feet stuck in hardpan or moss between my toes.I don’t mind the droughtand I don’t mind the storm.I have no need to flyanything...
One morning I vowed never to write another frivolous word
One morning I vowed never to write another frivolous word.The urgency of life pressed in upon me, the thought of remaining years or months, like warlords or war...