a wind from the north, the sky is clear
Quit lookin’
Category Archives: Poetry
Tiger is Tiger
Tiger is tiger, and man is man.
Eastern Window
every day I feel my self filling / as a river fills with sweet rain
villa verdad
You and I, you and I, you and I!
the emigrant pauses on the hill of mirrors
if you believe in weather
then we live on a spinning top
too many names
I found myself, in the corner with the poets; and in the corner of the poets I found Neruda.
five steps to standing up
raise it to your lips, yes
first taste best
A Topic of Leisure
The branching of the Arne River is by this hill
where its voice grows adult from upstream child…
sing or be silent
What should I say?
“Look, love
our world is this way?”
dark and spark
one dreamed a moon
one dreamed a sun
What is and has been
I leaned into tomorrow as though I were bound to the wind
the day I went away
On the day I came away
My mother was crying: oh
My sister was crying: ay
And I never looked behind