Tuesday, December 30, 2014


                                                              ... alone on the bridge at Palisade

                                     ... snow covering my hair

                                                                                       ... a crow in the fading light

Photograph: Ted Anderson

Monday, December 29, 2014

As Dusk Descends

                                                ... as dusk descends / blackbirds in the poplar move higher

                     ... 'til at the top they cluster

                                       ... like a black star on a barren christmas tree

Saturday, December 27, 2014

The Ironing Board

                              leaning into the ironing board

                              and my yellow flowered bell bottoms

                              you sang ruby ruby

                              when will you be mine

                              then ...

                              your brother died in vietnam

                              you did some time

                              I married young


                              our last back porch summer

Photograph by Mary W. Farmer

Monday, December 22, 2014

Evening in Paris

                                         ... in the toe of my stocking

                                                                                              ... a small glass bottle with silver crown

            ... my mother's deep blue dream

                                                                   ... Evening in Paris

Friday, December 19, 2014


                ... cradled between the railroad tracks and the ocean

                                                                                                      ... I sleep in time's slim measurements

                                 ... waiting on the wide arc of change

Photograph by Danielle Mourning

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Around a Water Tank

                                              ... along a cold Nebraska highway

                    ... mules gather for their portrait

                                                                  ... I snap / the windmill hums ... songs of a distant spring

The photograph is mine.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

In Pale Light

                                             ...  in pale light we pore over manuscripts / notebooks
                        ... searching for the honest word / monks bent in prayer

Painting by Rembrandt

Monday, December 8, 2014

Sunrise in the Sierra Nevada

                             ... sunrise in the Sierra Nevada / mist on the slopes

          ... you still sleeping, Gary Snyder?

                                                              ... come, take away this dismay / help me feed these horses

Photograph by Charles M. Phillips

Saturday, December 6, 2014


                 ... flying down Route 66 in your Pontiac Parisienne

                                                            ... Ray Charles on the radio / sunrise glinting off the wheel

Thursday, December 4, 2014

All Day Long

                         all day long the milky way rolling through infinity





As featured on Minnesota public radio KAXE:

Photograph by Roberto Bertero

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

In the Southwest Corner

                    ... in the southwest corner of the library

                                                                                           ... light falling through tall windows

                               ... I inhale the scent of old worlds / nothing else will ever do

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

On a Rocky Ledge

                 ... on a rocky ledge above the river

                                                                            ... lightning shatters black sky

                            ... I awake to your voice ... a poem bittersweet                                                                                                        
                                                                                                         .......... we drift into morning