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 

                                      ... and sometimes ... we call it love

Sunday, May 14, 2017


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

                        ... I was baptized in Rainy Lake

                                           ... 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, pressed against your back / you, holding my right hand to your heart

                                                                      ... the grief of remembering

Sunday, January 1, 2017

I Might Have

                                               ... with clay from the high uintas you fashioned a pot

                        ... placed it on top of the piano

                                                                                      ... I might have broken it on purpose