Visitation
Even the spires of milkweed bend over in the low tumble of wind through the prairie, dry reeds tapping hollow …
Category Archives: Grief
On counting cairns
Tomorrow my son moves back in bringing inexhaustible items in large clear sacks that swallow the floor like jellyfish claiming …
In the middle of the night
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something …
Effigy Mound
In my belly, now flat, curled a spine with indistinct tissue wrapped around its tiny bones like those of a …
My father finds comfort in crows
Inexplicable. That is what I say when you tell me and all I can do is shrug and count: How …
March 2017
Slowly, slowly life comes back. Hair-fine roots far below the surface muster a wiggle, a stretch, and stir for us …
Early morning on Lake Shore Drive
maze of brown at the center, trees empty of leaves, row after row stretching to scattered hazel edging the lake, …
The heart needs good work
All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk …
Small endurances
Puddles of snow pool under shrubs – miniature glaciers for voles to cast through. Sparrows, geese, all as one gather …
11/20
Earth grieves each November, again finds itself wailing in sorrow, refusing to get out of bed. For its own tears …
