Old elm (revised)
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your …
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your …
maze of brown at the center, trees empty of leaves, row after row stretching to scattered hazel edging the lake, …
Gazing up this terrible mountain, you say, love is not enough, though when I add together everything else and stack …
cooling breath tumbles across acrid plain presses away heat steaming concrete mental stagnation of shuttered windows, locked doors grass no …
I sat here at this table many years ago. The door was on State then, not Chicago; three shops sold …
Abandoned farmhouse, greying outbuildings. Our old elm on the corner that died last year stood through the winter to remind …
where we deposit all sins of excess, failed solutions, self-lies to find their next hatching. You absorb each one without …
I always think it’s aspens here but maybe it’s cottonwoods you can’t really tell unless the seeds are falling and …
hill rolls under concrete, skyscrapers, shops, trains, all that seems forever as I climb toward my hotel all that seems …
when my feet were sore we shuttled as tourists do from one cobbled shop to the next fitting in more …