Friday, May 17, 2019

My Wedding Night


                                                       It's my wedding night
                                                       I stand in the doorway wearing
                                                       a white negligee with blue trim

                                                       I say negligee because it's that time

                                                       and I am so very young

                                                       Behind me a bright light

                                                       in front of me the dark room of your body

                                                       In that moment I know

                                                       I've made a terrible mistake

                                                       the loss of freedom incalculable





Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Crossing


                                             Crossing the Crow Wing River

                                              I remember our visit

                                              to the Indian mounds


                                              O' to wake once more

                                              into that summer morning

                                              open and waiting





Photograph: Ebru Sidar

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Where Your Ashes Now Lie


                                     I pass through the gate
                                     where your ashes
                                     now lie

                                     the lilacs you planted
                                     in bloom
                                   



Photo by Julie Mihaly

Monday, April 1, 2019

At the Kitchen Table


                       ... the exotic birds, thought to be safe in the barn, were not 

                                                 ... from my back porch bedroom / I hear my father at the kitchen table

          ... my mother's soft and soothing words

                 



Photograph by Marc McLeod

Saturday, March 16, 2019

All These Feelings

                             
                                                  ... all these feelings ... blue shadows / white wind




Image: Crystal Liu

Monday, February 18, 2019

Gifts


                                      when my parents started spending winters out west
                                      I  knew they would not be coming back
                                      not to us, their children

                                      but they returned with gifts
                                      each spring

                                                          honeycomb under glass
                                                                               a small book of haiku
                                                                                                      a silver barrette for my hair





Saturday, February 2, 2019

My Island


                             ... at the far end of my mother's clothesline / over a field of ocean grass

                 ... my island of the blue dolphins

                                                                            ... I lie down in warm sun / disappear




Image: Jamie Heiden

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

Blackbirds

   
                                        ... 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

Grace

                         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: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sally-banfill.html

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