Friday, November 25, 2022

The Object of My Affection

                                                   ... below my kitchen window

                             ... a young whitetail / the object of my affection

                                                                          ... rubs his antlers on an empty apple tree

Painting: Jeanie Tomanek

Friday, October 21, 2022

The Potter's Presence

                                                               on a hill overlooking the colorado

                                                               a black and white sherd
                                                               fingerprint pressed in clay

                                                               I hold it in my palm

                                                               feel the potter's presence


Photographer Unknown

Sunday, September 11, 2022

At the Back of the Field

                                              ... at the back of the field / under a canopy of green

                        ... the beekeeper's hives

                                       ... the busyness of making life a little sweeter

Painting: Joy Laforme

Friday, September 2, 2022


                                            along the highway that passes through my childhood

                                            cows crowd the fence line 
                                            their brown bodies, white faces / shining in the tall grass

                                            I don't know why they've made me so happy

                                            I can't stop smiling

Photographer Unknown

Monday, August 29, 2022

Golden Glow

                      between the apple tree that's almost dead
                      and the remains of the ramshackle shed


                                                   my mother's righteous golden glow

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Practicing Eternity

... across the everpresent sky / two swans in twilight

practicing eternity

Saturday, July 16, 2022

The Photo

                                                          I used to feel guilty having the photo
                                                          The one you sent your brother from boot camp

                                                 Your note to him on the back

                                                 He handed it to me on your front porch

                                                 The summer before he died

                                                 Insisted I have it


                                                 Now you're gone too

                                                          And the photo?

                                                          It's where it was meant to be

                                                          I think he knew that when he gave it to me


Sunday, June 26, 2022

The White Pine

                                          ... white pine of my childhood / you travel the highway of night

                        ... to where I stand on my porch / still listening

Photograph by Chris Perry

Friday, June 3, 2022

The Marsh

                                                        driving by a childhood marsh

                                                        a red winged blackbird flits from reed to reed 

                                                        nothing's diminished / nothing remains

Image by Jamie Heiden

Monday, May 9, 2022

The Feather

                       ... I picked up a feather in my yard

                                                              ... and as I carried it to the house it talked to me

                                 ... told me it didn't want to be in my collection on the porch

                                                                           ... but with those inside the house / on my bookshelf

                                            ... where it now quietly resides

Photograph by Peter James

Thursday, May 5, 2022

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Reading a Poem

                                                              reading a poem in an anthology

                                                              a poem that begins with grandmothers

                                                              ringing the necks of chickens

                                                              and ends with sir isaac newton

                                                              sitting on a bed

                                                              I realize I'd skipped a page

                                                              read two poems as one

                                                              and that my friends is poetry

                                                              sometimes you end up 

                                                              in a place wholly unexpected

Art by Rodney Hatfield

Tuesday, March 8, 2022



                                               some days you'd call just to share something                                 

                                               a poem, a song, a story from your childhood

                                               the atacama desert's annual rainfall

                                               there are days I still drive down my road 

                                               wondering if you've called

                                               your message blinking out into the universe


Sunday, February 20, 2022

Songs of Spring

                                                ... in the crab apple tree ... cardinals / hoarfrost letting go

                            ... beyond the ice broken river ... coyotes

                                                                                                        ... songs of spring

Photographer unknown

Monday, February 7, 2022


                         ... along the riverbank / sunlit swans asleep in the snow

                                                                                    ... I hope they know how much I love them

Image: Polina Washington