Nighttime flight to London
i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current …
Category Archives: Nature
It is no wonder
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? …
Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer …
Buddhista 1
I will buy for you a cedar box, red, fragrant when rain falls, broad and steady, and plant it near …
What love could learn from fungus if it would only listen
I wish you could spread in that restless, vindictive, ambling way — to not be held back, to spew spores …
Late Sunday prayertime
How the rain pours down with heavy boots on our roof. We hover close to our papers someways happier for …
March 2017
Slowly, slowly life comes back. Hair-fine roots far below the surface muster a wiggle, a stretch, and stir for us …
Even so
Even as you sit smoking weed in the room I just cleaned and leave your papers and dirty dishes on …
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 …
