So cold the sky

October 25, 2016

waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …

When walking through woods without my father

July 13, 2016

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

June 23, 2016

I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for …

March 19, 2016

It is as I come down this morning and remember having tried to put away five pounds of Idaho potatoes …

May 20, 2015

The sea does not love me nor does it love me not it just pays no mind as it swells …

May 28, 2014

One thousand ghosts
assault me in the parking lot,
begging to be said.

May 11, 2014

Somewhere in the silky trill of the early birds
my memory finds you,
and in its deep wanderings