Last night in a dream
Last night in a dream, snow, amounts the size of clouds, then there was a railway track, abandoned, spiralling high above our northern town, then I was driving ...
Category: Poetics
If I were to do it all over again
Let me say this up front, (so as not to bore you with a tidy circular ending to this poem,) that if I were to do it all over again, there’s much I would do just...
Saved
Blossoms bleed in the churn of ocean winds. Hearts die for want of flight. Visions evaporate. These are things you understand. But one dawn a bird flew past you...
Recorded in a haze of aspen saplings
Above the cliffs along the Jaun de Fuca strait are fragments of prairie, and when I walk dutifully on the asphalt paths beside the Meadow barley, Nodding onion ...