Pond and Brook

December 11, 2018

I leave my Pond and Brook by the bedside, with its buzzing mayflies, fin-splashed surface, amoeba-soaked beach, and head downstairs, …

The history of my way through water

November 3, 2018

Does water remember as I make my way across her on this diagonal again? I clear a wake, paddles’ light …

July 1, 2017

i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current …

February 25, 2017

maze of brown at the center, trees empty of leaves, row after row stretching to scattered hazel edging the lake, …

September 25, 2016

this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and …

July 13, 2016

I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen …

July 2, 2016

Sometimes, my wife thinks she is still a saber tooth. I call to her to come back and we rock …