Thursday, December 27, 2018

Winter Storm

                                                         ... on the heels of sorrow / a winter storm

                                    ... this empty house

Image: Jamie Heiden

Monday, December 24, 2018

In Sunlight

                                 ... on a stump in sunlight I watch you clean fish / your cat in my lap 

                 ... thirty some years

                                            ... it's still the only day that's ever really mattered

Image: Salvador Dali, Persistence of Memory (detail)

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Snow Mist Morning

                                      ... on a misbegotten detour through the foothills

                    ... I followed the smoke from your chimney

                                                ... lost in a snow mist morning ... it took years to get back home


Friday, November 9, 2018


                                        ... along the fence line blackbirds gather

                                                               the sound of leaving
                                                                                  ... dark as their wings

Lino print by Annie Soudain

Thursday, October 18, 2018

The White Rhinoceros

                                            On this cold november night darkness comes early

                                            calling for a quiet, solitary celebration: a hot bath, candles

                                            a glass of wine.

                                           The water covers me, my eyes close temporarily

                                           and in that brief moment, that transcendent moment

                                           I see a white rhinoceros.

                                           I don't know what it means. It doesn't matter.

                                           It only matters that I saw him.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The Highway

                                             ... the white lines on the highway fall beneath us

                    ... he asks if I like george benson

                                                            ... strings bending / fingers finding / every perfect chord

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Sacred Objects

                                    december / nineteen eighty seven

               ... not wanting him buried in bare feet 

                                                                   ... we were sent off to buy a pair of socks / black, preferably

                      ... carried them back to the funeral home ... like the sacred objects they were

Photograph by Molly Matalon

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Within the Call of a Whippoorwill

                                           ... within the call of a whippoorwill just before daybreak

                     ... my back porch bedroom as a child

                                                                          ... the bedroom of the man I thought I'd love forever

                                ... my bedroom now / in this little house near the river

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Driving Through Northern New Mexico

                                                        ... driving through northern new mexico

                         ... shiprock forever in the distance

                                                                                ... my heart's been in my throat for a very long time

                ... another hour and I'll head north

                                                                      ... camp along the san juan river / fall asleep at dusk

                                  ... pretend I'm not one of the lonely ones

Photograph by Chris Hunter

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Another World

                                         ... in perfect blue stillness the hours entered another world

                       ... I became him / he became me

                                                        ... so ... now I have to ask  / did he pass on ... or did I?

In memory of my beloved Buddy (Feb 10, 2011 - Apr 13, 2018)

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

In the Blue Restless Night

                                           in the blue restless night
                                                                  praying for still waters
                                           my mother comes to me 
                                                            from a place I catch only a glimpse of                                                                                  
                                           in a glass I recognize from childhood
                                                                               she offers me a drink

Image: "Midnight Lullaby," Henrik Simonsen

Monday, December 11, 2017

That Winter

                                                 ... that winter we waited / the owl and I

                                                                                     ... til life became something else

Photo: Rob Blair

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Knowing Where I Belong

                                          knowing where I belong
                                                               ... crows above the river

Woodcut: Takahashi Biho

Sunday, December 3, 2017

An Early December

                                                four a.m.

                                                              I lean into the frost
                                                                          ... the cold moon of an early december


Japanese woodblock: Ohara Shoson (Koson), 1927

Tuesday, November 21, 2017


                         For Mary Oliver 

                                            ... filled with grace / your poems embody how I hope to live this life

                          ... some days I come close / other days remind me


Image by Sally Banfill:

Monday, November 13, 2017

Winter Dream #9

                                  Winter Dream #9:

                                   pointing to the ceiling
                                   to something I can't see
                                   my sister says she's going to make
                                   bear soup
                                   I look away
                                   hoping for a small cup
                                   a few sips of his endurance
                                   his strength

                                   he has followed me for so long

Photograph by Todd Hido

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Late Night Search

                                      ... late night search

                                                               ... the boy who left a yellow rose on my windshield

Photograph: Rand

Monday, October 9, 2017

Dog Eared

                              ... I don't mind dog eared pages

                                                                   ... they tell me someone paused / wanting to return

Photograph by Erica Baum

Friday, September 1, 2017

In a Silver Canoe

                                                               ... in a silver canoe on half moon lake ... I drift

                              ... the truth does not come cheap     

                                                                                   ... I've loved too carelessly

Image: Jeremy Miranda

Monday, August 28, 2017

Full Moon

                                                   ... full moon on river road

                                                                                 ... when everything became you

Photograph by Peter Holme III

Sunday, August 27, 2017

All the Ways

                                                   ... standing by your car / smiling into the camera

                         ... all the ways we lie

Photograph by Mara Catalan

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Wild Roses

                                         ... home is a dirt road / wild roses around the mailbox

The photograph is mine.

Friday, August 4, 2017

White Daisies

                                              ... in a small metal pitcher

                                                                 ... a field of white daisies / the silence of the plow


Thursday, July 6, 2017

Summer Camp

                                                                                                   ... summer camp

                                                        ... dining hall
                                                                                   ... bible class

                                                                                                            ... stolen kisses on the raft

                               ... no merit badge again

Image by Anne Liese

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Among the Wild Iris

                                                     ... are you lonely, he asks / do you miss me?

                                ... only now and then

                                                          ... when the deer pause in the evening among the wild iris

Image by Lyse Marion

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Sometimes We Call It Love

                                                          ... it's that time of year again

                             ... cows bellowing for their calves

                                                                                      ... we want what instinct tells us to want 

                                      ... sometimes ... we call it love

Sunday, May 14, 2017


                                               ... baptized in rainy lake   

                        ... in a white blouse and turquoise skirt my mother made me

                                                                   ... I walked back to shore not feeling anything but wet

Monday, April 3, 2017

One Day

                                                    ... one day you're talking to your dead mother

                        ... next day she's gone

                                                                                                 ... all your dead friends have moved on

                                   ... you're alone ..... no one to talk to but yourself

Photograph by Sally Banfill:

Monday, March 20, 2017

The Barred Owl

                                                           on my neighbor's roof

                                                           the full moon rests ...
                                                           the barred owl asleep in the pines

Friday, March 17, 2017

This Morning, In the Shower

                                                        ... this morning, in the shower

                            ... my breasts against your back

                                                                                       ... you, holding my right hand to your heart

                                             ....... the grief of remembering