It’s as if the falling snow hurts
it’s as if the falling snow hurts his scarf-swaddled head drumming a wound no matter how softly it falls drawing down white blinds raising drifts like fet...
Category: Poetics
Give us wine
And wine that maketh glad the heart… Psalm 104 Give us, O Lord, for the politicians who keep their word, the wine of wonderment. Then Lord, give us the wi...
Last night’s dream
I had a dream that I woke up innocent. Not that I had been declared innocent, but that I found myself in a state of innocence. And my body felt light. Like when...
The hope of ‘Idle No More’
Face south to watch the weather come. Hold out here, burn wood, melt snow, for the shattered-lantern sky has left to run with the last Arctic wolf. The heat wil...