Birds work all through the night

May 9, 2018

I don’t know what they do this time of night. I just hear them squawking. And they sound a little …

It is no wonder

June 27, 2017

Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? …

June 8, 2017

I wish you could spread in that restless, vindictive, ambling way — to not be held back, to spew spores …

December 3, 2016

Gazing up this terrible mountain, you say, love is not enough, though when I add together everything else and stack …

November 17, 2016

i. I know because you are me. You came here afraid, chased by storms. You huddle with spare, odd friends …

November 4, 2016

o’ wondrous pain, illuminating discomfort — how you have painted this earth to suit your ease, the slow swing of …

October 22, 2016

Everyday they fall. The leaves tumble down through branches, tossed by rolling breeze, find their way to mother earth, shaken …

October 22, 2016

or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far …