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's supposed 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



                                               some days you'd call just to share something with me                                 

                                               a poem  you'd written

                                               a song you thought I'd like

                                               a story from your childhood

                                               the atacama desert's annual rainfall

                                               there are days I still drive down my road 

                                               wondering if you 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