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

                       ... I hold it in my palm / feel the potter's presence

                                                                                ... their fingerprint pressed in clay




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

Cows

 
                                            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




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 began with grandmothers

                                                              ringing the necks of chickens

                                                              and ending with sir isaac newton

                                                              sitting on a bed

                                                              I realized 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

Messages

 

                                               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

Swans

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

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



Image: Polina Washington