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:

Saturday, December 12, 2015

In My Seventh Summer

                                                         ... in my seventh summer ... barefoot at the well / I kneel

                       ... 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


                      ... 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

                                                                          in the woods at dawn

                                                                          a hoot owl calls ...

                                                                          the soft grey sound of loss

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

                       Morning Dream #5

                                                     there's a



                                                     at the


                                                     of the




                                                     no one



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:

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:                              

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 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


                           ... loneliness caving in / too much to remember

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

Thursday, September 17, 2015


                                                                               ... 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

                                                     ... above the river // black wings in blue sky

                                                               ... is this my name?

Written with Cletis L Stump

Friday, September 4, 2015


                         ... the back road into Arches

                                                                      ... I stand in dinosaur footprints / listen to birdsong

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Two Crows

                                       ... two crows ... followed me from Chaco / to this farmer's field

                         ... 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

The Lanky Pine

                        ... tucked into the pocket of the lanky pine // summer's blue shadows

Image by Thor

Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Golden Mean

                                      ... the golden mean in everything / ... and everything is you

Photograph by Edward Weston

Monday, August 17, 2015

Late Summer Heart

                                                                     ... 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

A New Blue Notebook

                    ... my morning sky / a new blue notebook


Photograph by ForestWander

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


                                              ... 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,

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

Rain On My Windshield

                                             ... rain on my windshield

                            ... Bee Gees on the radio

                                                                 ... so much to forget


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

                                    ... on the high road to Chimayo

                                                                                        ... 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

                                               ... the mysteries of morning / sweet impossibilities



Painting by James McNeill Whistler (1834-1903)          

Friday, June 5, 2015

The Light

                                                ... the deep sigh of memory

                                                               ... and still ... the light in which you hold me

Painting by Chen Bolan

Wednesday, June 3, 2015


                           ... swimming in the predawn sky / ancient ice on bare shoulders

Image by Luis Pulo

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Blueberry Mist

                       ... blueberry mist morning / white swans call from the river

Friday, May 29, 2015


                                                ... wearing a white dress and the scent of wild roses

                           ... summer arrives through an open window

                                                              ... a basket of fireflies in her hand