Saturday, December 31, 2016

Over Blueberry Pancakes

                                                      ... over blueberry pancakes you talk of the future

                        ... I sit quietly

                                            ... self preservation kicking in

Photo: Counter Cafe

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Dancing to Brook Benton

                                              ... at a bar just off the strip / we danced to brook benton                          

                 ... tenuous life couldn't reach us

                                                                                       ... if I ever get a moment back ... I want that one

Image by Pier Toffoletti

Friday, November 25, 2016

In the Soft Woods



The photograph is mine.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Your Hat

                                                    ... somewhere between Fargo and Sioux City

                            ... you asked me if I liked your hat

                                                              ... I didn't say no ... your Mozart eyes ... your sad smile

Photograph by Gilen Linn

Saturday, October 29, 2016

By the Lilacs

                                   ... behind the Carnegie Library / you took my picture by the lilacs

                   ... I was wearing your chambray shirt

                                                                          ... it was spring ... I thought I loved you

Photograph by Poppy Barach

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

The Great Divide

                                            ... in cutoffs and indian cotton I stand on the great divide

                       ... the summer before the legend 

                                                          ... before I knew the secret / the famous lie

Photograph by Gilen Linn

Sunday, October 16, 2016


                                                     ... immersed in autumn / I walk around my yard  

                                 ... mushrooms
                                                                           ... maples
                                                                                                           ... the marigolds last breath

Photograph Pam Ullman

Sunday, October 9, 2016


                                                    ... fourteen years old

                         ... the cabin on birch lake
                                                                             ... playing blackjack for kisses

Photograph by Harry Finch

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Baskets Return to the Grass

                                               ... baskets return to the grass / pots become sherds

                                  ... still, we walk through meadows

                                                             ... gather white clay along the creek


Image: Claire Basler

Monday, September 5, 2016

Climbing the Great Wall

                                              last night

                                              a black bear


                                              through the roses

                                              again, I was a Tibetan boy


                                              the Great Wall


Monday, August 8, 2016

As I Drive

                                               ... as I drive I remember

                                                                                            ... on the key ring you made for me

                                   ... a silver bear claw

                                                             ... a lock of buffalo hair / softly brushing my knee

Friday, August 5, 2016

When I Was Young

                                              ... when I was young a vast plain of days lay before me

                      ... corrections could be made

                                                                                                now ... there's a path in the woods

                                                            ... the sound of the river

Painting by James McLaughlin Way

Sunday, July 31, 2016

A Week Before Fifth Grade

                                 ... a week before fifth grade my horse said enough is enough

              ... and threw me off 

                                     ... my arm in a cast / mother sat at the foot of my bed ... sang away the pain

Photograph by Julian Mofteescu

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

In Dreams

                                             ... you're gone ... but we watch for each other in dreams                                                         
                                ... in the lobby of the hotel

                                                            ... you turn to me and say ....... there you are

Image by Mara Light

Monday, May 30, 2016

Years Later

                                                ... years later / long after the fire was quenched

                                      ... the small town theater of my childhood stands in charred silence

                                                               ... Tootsie still on the marquee

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

On a Montana Backroad

                                         ... on a Montana backroad a black bear scratches his name

                             ... along the riverbank ..... wild iris

Image: Kath Williamson

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

The Phone Rings

                                           ... the phone rings

                                                                    ... but this stone on my chest won't let me answer

                                  ... I sit quietly

                                                      ... watch a sparrow build her nest above my door

Image: Pier Toffoletti

Monday, April 18, 2016

Just This Morning

                                               ... just this morning

                          ... during my nap beneath
 my living room window

                                                                                             ... I was thinking
 the very same thing

Saturday, April 16, 2016

What the World Already Knows

                      ... where river road meets the highway two swans appear in the soft grey morning light

        ... they follow my car to the bridge ... return to the river

                               ... sometimes our minds need to catch up to what the world already knows

Thursday, April 14, 2016

The Way You Kissed Me

                                        ... the way you kissed me when we hadn't seen each other in years 

                        ... how ... in my hesitation you said

                                                                                     ... I think we've waited long enough

Photograph: GK Hart / Vikki Hart

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Looking Out the Window

                      ... looking out the window of this motel room / listening to you sing in the shower

      ... knowing we can never tell our story

Image by Loui Jover

Thursday, February 11, 2016


                                  ... in my mother's shaking hand / in a metal box with hinged lid

                                                              ... one hundred fifteen letters

Sunday, February 7, 2016

This Land I Walk

                                                             ... this land I walk 

                         ... my respite ... and my sorrow

                                                                               ... beneath the sunbright pine // tiny rib bones

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Out of the Grey

                                                           ... seeking answers I step outside

                                        ... out of the grey / five swans ... one / then four alone

Written with Cletis L Stump

Thursday, January 7, 2016

On Desolation Peak

                                                         ... on desolation peak

                       ... in a lookout above the treeline

                                                                             ... the caw of a crow  / the clack of the typewriter


Photograph by David Pluth