Category: Poetry

I love this green field! It’s forest green.               Never before have I seen such greenery. I love this green field! The deer feed heavily in this field. Turkeys are chasing each other around. I love this green field! The coyote watches the turke … Continue Reading

The presence of their square bodies large and uncommon in our small rooms half brothers same shoulders, jaw, hips, same lack of height forty years from boyhood 400 miles apart visiting back passing through our home for an hour pawing through the sepia … Continue Reading

Look at the lonely Zanate, pecking at his own enamored reflection in the dusty window of the room where I slept for seven days in the house of my lover’s wife.   Dear lover of poetry, farmer, family man; what happens when the lonely Zanate pecks t … Continue Reading

A terrible blessing – to be laid open to the bone, where the marrow trembles and sings with all the griefs, known and unknown, mine and yours. I have wanted a field where animals could graze, where I could lay down in the long grasses. If this careful … Continue Reading

Wind, a branch broken glass, but still cloud on the horizon where a line of people walk bent thick & thin, walk from what they left, but there is no where- they-are-going-to. One foot presses down, hurts or slips, weighs more than can be lifted. Th … Continue Reading

Emily – now I get it – no psychology here no diagnosis – no problem of the mind. It’s eggs and flour the call to rise – the call to write before the hemlock’s longest shade. We close the gate – latch the door plan a meal for two alone – melt the chocol … Continue Reading