From the ether
Late in the afternoon that day, as the low sun pierced the leaves like a thousand glimmering stars, each of …
Category Archives: Cro-Magnon
Be it ever so
The light that morning came through a crack in the ceiling with me squatting over a pool, fed by some …
In the sea
Sometimes, my wife thinks she is still a saber tooth. I call to her to come back and we rock …
The gods, the gods, how they love to hide behind a veil
I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for …
On watching fish and light
i. The light of our fire straining up these walls brings me back. Far away from my brothers, I followed …
6/3
the forest is still as birds hold their tongues in common wish
Nobody knows any more than ever
Why do you think it is necessary to visit me here, in my place of origin? Do you think I …
My Cro-Magnon friend responds to William Stafford
Catch and let go, leaves take the light. I let them wander into my hand, praise the breeze that flits …
On poetry and knowing things
Today a child tossed a white stone into green water. As it sank, it turned pale green, then darker green …
Intimacy
What I always wonder in a place like this is how many people have walked this ridge before, over how …
