ars gratiayou take out a piece of paper ( Read more... )

victorysomeday after we have taken away ( Read more... )

last sundayif you walk ( Read more... )

cryptobotanythere were those blue and white ( Read more... )

I wrote some version of this a long, long time ago and started rewriting it on my phone while I was on the bus, the other day ( Read more... )

morning and evening, the sixth daythere is supposed to be a place ( Read more... )

State Of the UnionOn the busride home, I shared my plastic pint of vodka with a half-crazy Somalian with a taped-on gauze patch where he had hit his head, strung out on drugs I could only guess at ( Read more... )

walking in the woods
on the ridge above the river
i was surprised to find her
sitting on an old tablecloth
under a low and twisting tree
dressed in the same purple and white
as the trillium

she smiled at me the way she does ( Read more... )

the hole

you put in your hand
to feel the extent of it
find the damp edge of it
it was a bright summer day
you had a second
thought you might
take care of it

you couldn't explain ( Read more... )

Mt St Helens

maybe he was in a fire
not in a home but in
the idea of homes
of any place you can ever
really return to

maybe that's why
the broken gnomon of the mountain
broad shadow circling
the numbered green and sleeping days
feels good and holy in some way
no god or goddess ever did

here where all the trees are new ( Read more... )