... after the storm ... pine boughs bend beneath the weight of winter
... ruffed grouse rest in blue silence
Photograph by Montucky: montucky.wordpress.com/
Saturday, December 26, 2015
The Weight of Winter
... after the storm ... pine boughs bend beneath the weight of winter
... ruffed grouse rest in blue silence
Photograph by Montucky: montucky.wordpress.com/
Saturday, December 12, 2015
In My Seventh Summer
... between the boards
... a tiny spot of sunlight ... on the water far below
Friday, December 11, 2015
On Pine Mountain
while my father hunts grouse
I explore the cabin
lying on the bunk
standing at the woodstove
trying out my future self
Photograph by raphasantos
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
In the Buffalo's Eye
... in the buffalo's eye
... all my memories / all our earthly history
... the planet earth itself
... rolling through dark and infinite space
The photograph is mine, taken in South Dakota.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Bohemians
... early courtship / early marriage ... early everything
... including this solo life I've settled into ... my dog / the deer
... and these Bohemian Waxwings who've come to spend the afternoon with me
... eating berries / spitting seeds ... acting cool in their slicked-back hair
Photograph by Natalia Paklina and Chris van Orden
Friday, December 4, 2015
In the Woods at Dawn
a hoot owl calls ...
the soft grey sound of loss
Photograph by Hans Bertrand
Photograph by Hans Bertrand
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
The Things We Leave Behind
do you remember the day we left the lodge
walked into the woods
your family still around the table
noisily remembering all they could get their hands on
how we made love in the snow
my back against the tree / you leaning into me
so often they are the same
the things we leave behind / the things we carry
Monday, November 30, 2015
Dreaming Sid Caesar
... washing dishes ... watching blue jays squabble
you call to say
... you dreamed of Sid Caesar working a beer booth
Photograph by Shamik Tobin
Saturday, November 28, 2015
November Rain
... on river road / november rain
... yellow apples and white-tailed deer
floating in the mist
Painting by Adrienne Strampp
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Late November Mornings
... dawn not yet here ... I stand on the porch / listen to the river
... how many more late November mornings
Image by Kath Williamson
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Morning Dream #5
there's a
tiger
sleeping
at the
bottom
of the
stairs
protecting
me
from
no one
but
myself
Friday, October 23, 2015
Beautiful World
... standing in the meadow / awash in grief
... the beautiful world says ... stay here with us
... mullein and thistle
... brave bluebells still blooming
Photograph by Montucky: montucky.wordpress.com
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Snow Falls on the Orchard
... snow falls on the orchard
... the only sound
... my ankle bracelet with little bells
Photo source: http://fullinsight.com/blog/2013/10/16186
Friday, October 16, 2015
At Natural Bridges
... at Natural Bridges
.... standing on a cold ledge
........ our long black goodbye
Photograph by Paula
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Venus
... Venus in the morning sky
... at the blue rain barrel
... a doe stops to drink
Photograph by Michael Dougherty
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Standing at the Fence Line
... standing at the fence line / listening to autumn
... the rise and fall of crow sounds / the whoosh of black wings
... the wounds that don't heal
Photograph by Eric Lawton
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Listening For Crows
... rising from the meadow / morning mist
... we follow coyote's footprints listening for crows
... this curiously quiet winter
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Pink Phlox
... pink phlox in a blue bottle
... all night long your wild petals fall
Photograph by Dawn at creativecaincabin.com
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Winterberries
... what was once glimpsed only in the distance
... now lying at my feet / winterberries
Photograph: kristamonique
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Quiet Dirt Road
... rain soft morning / going through my winter clothes
... this quiet dirt road
Photographer unknown
Monday, September 7, 2015
Owl Creek Canyon
... in the hall / my map of Owl Creek Canyon
... sooner or later
... we put our fears to rest
Photograph of Owl Creek Canyon by GemLane
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Black Wings
... is this my name?
Written with Cletis L Stump
Friday, September 4, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Two Crows
... all my secrets woven in their wings
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Just Up From Your House
... just up from your house / we sit side by side on the steps of the church
... watch black ants in a crack on the sidewalk
Monday, August 24, 2015
Sunday, August 23, 2015
The Golden Mean
Photograph by Edward Weston
Monday, August 17, 2015
Late Summer Heart
... lie still ... listen
... the world's song rising from the meadow
Khokhloma folk art, Russian, 1937
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Black Eyed Susans
... summer wanes
... in every ditch
... the comfort of black eyed susans
Photograph by Martin Belan
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Amber Beads
... amber beads in a glass vase / a necklace from my mother's childhood
... sits on my windowsill / holding the light
Photograph by Gilen Linn
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
The Fawn
... a new fawn on the side of the road ... gone only a few hours
... my son gently carries him into the woods ... my heart aching with summer
Photograph by Adelphi
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
The Weight
... sitting on the tailgate of your old pickup
... wanting to want what's before me
... paralyzed by the unbearable weight
Underwater sculpture by Jason deCaires Taylor
Monday, July 20, 2015
Driftwood
... somewhere near Copper Falls we let resentment go
... slept under the stars
... driftwood // anchored among the rocks
Photograph by Mike Reyfman
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Cherry Tomatoes
... some poems live in us for decades before their time arrives
... cherry tomatoes popping in our mouths the last day of summer
Photograph by Laura Berman, greenfusephotos.com
Monday, July 13, 2015
The First Time I Saw You
... your chambray shirt among the stacks / our favorite book between us
... you remembered the first line / I, the last ... "Aaron entered into agony."
Photograph by Jeff Stanford
Monday, July 6, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Indigo Bunting
... on river road an indigo bunting
... I hold him in my palm / caress his broken wing
... across town another friend passes from this world
Photograph by Chris O' Leary
Friday, July 3, 2015
The Last Time I Saw You
... the last time I saw you
... I was in the elevator watching the doors close
... mouthing goodbye
... like we'd both lost our hearing
Photograph by Mel Lindstrom
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Wild River Summer
... she remembers rain on his face
... her body hard against the picnic table
...... wild river summer
Photograph by Glen Luchford
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
The Trees Grow Older
... I'm done with all the wanting and needing ... thinking this,
or that, will surely fill the lonely hours
... I like this slow unfolding / ... the trees grow older
Photograph by Casey Yee
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Midnight Bus
making your way down the center aisle
you take a seat in the back next to him
ride the quiet miles toward the hills of Tennessee
so that when he speaks
you already belong to the past
thirty seven years later
you will sit at your kitchen table late at night
think of him
the strange alchemy that brought you to that midnight bus
his dark hair in dim light
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Through the Open Door
... a little church with a dirt floor
... through the open door ... wild sage
Photograph by Santiago Tolman
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
A Stronger Foothold
... among the ferns and forget me nots
... she wanders the banks of the river
... tenderly seeking a stronger foothold
The photograph is mine.
Monday, June 8, 2015
The Mysteries of Morning
Painting by James McNeill Whistler (1834-1903)
Friday, June 5, 2015
The Light
... and still ... the light in which you hold me
Painting by Chen Bolan
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Friday, May 29, 2015
Fireflies
... wearing a white dress and the scent of wild roses
... summer arrives through an open window
... a basket of fireflies in her hand
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