RECOVERY It was as if the rain could feel itself falling through the air today, as if the air could actually feel its own dampness, the breeze could hear a familiar voice explaining the emptiness to the dark elms that...

The Heart of Herakles Lying under the stars, In the summer night, Late, while the autumn Constellations climb the sky, As the Cluster of Hercules Falls down the west I put the telescope by and watch Deneb Move towards the...

Hurricane It didn’t behave like anything you had ever imagined. The wind tore at the trees, the rain fell for days slant and hard. The back of the hand to everything. I watched the trees bow and their leaves fall...

Ode to Salt I saw the salt in this shaker in the salt flats. I know you will never believe me, but it sings, the salt sings, the hide of the salt plains, it sings through a mouth smothered by...

In the Room of a Thousand Miles I like writing about where I am, where I happen to be sitting, the humidity or the clouds, the scene outside the window-- a pink tree in bloom, a neighbor walking his small,...

MEADOW Walking through tall grass on a narrow path, my fingers spread wide to pull through the seedheads. As if to touch is to be touched. As if, with open palms, I could pull this beauty inside me and carry...