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 …
Category Archives: My window at night
Love like a river
Even the meek swell with water running down. Come now, spill yourself into our long water. Let it trail you …
When the cold wind blows
Does it startle you, shake you from oblivion, draw you to attention, to your fear? Or do you turn away …
Small endurances
Puddles of snow pool under shrubs – miniature glaciers for voles to cast through. Sparrows, geese, all as one gather …
So cold the sky
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …
Intimacy
What I always wonder in a place like this is how many people have walked this ridge before, over how …
Versa
specks of rain tap on dark window; tree branch lit by streetlight swaying we rest on shoulders of night breeze, …
Simple grief
bruised inside unable to feel my edges the weight dyed into me now, a flaw a hollow bell ringing itself, …
All things dissolve
holding out, holding in breathing out, breathing in revolving in, out of grasp rolling forward, retreating glow of strangeness, familiarity …
Muse
all the books we read together you over my shoulder, I over yours in the stumbles over words, unwieldy sentences, …
