Saturday, January 25, 2014

Snow Geese

                        ... snow geese on the river / blackberry cold dawn







Photograph by Marius Kasteckas

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Winter Trees

                          ... through winter trees / the mailman's red jeep





Photograph by Jim Lamb

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Crow Speaks

                         
                          ... biting blue sky / crow speaks in tongues




Monday, January 20, 2014

One Crow

                   crow trilogy:

      
                                                    ... one star / one crow

  
                                                                                   ... bitter cold fills the night






Saturday, January 18, 2014

Tangerine

    
                                    ... quietly the chasm widens
                           
                    ... I sit in sunlight
                                                                 ... eat this tangerine





Thursday, January 16, 2014

Winter Term


                            
                                                              circling stones beneath the bridge

                                                              sunfish

                                                              count the days til summer







The photograph is mine.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Counterpoint


                                     ... counterpoint to the wind / perfectly still ... I listen to the chimes

     ... a crazed monk drunk on moonlight 

                                                                          ... the world called to prayer





Monday, January 13, 2014

Daybreak

                                                                    ... crossing the bridge 
           
                           ... the neighbor's truck rumbles me awake 
                                                                                
                                                                                               ... day breaks on river road




Photograph by Brian Brown

Friday, January 10, 2014

Red Fox Sunrise


                             ... sunrise / on the steps of the abandoned chicken coop a red fox yawns





The photograph is mine.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

At the Cave


                ... at the mouth of the cave I remember

                                                                              ... starlight in the hills / fire on rock walls

                                                    
                                        ... silence / bare shoulders touching night air





Photograph by Tiny Malone

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

In the Sand Hills

         
                                                        ... in the Sand Hills of Nebraska
                           
                   ... Black Angus munch on stubbled grass
                                                                 
                                                                                                        ... I lean into the wind / listen                                
  
                                             ... everything is fiction





The photograph is mine.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

In the Winter Pasture


                                   ... in the winter pasture / fresh powder records every movement

        ... fox / coyote / deer

                          ... and this fan of feathers /  turkey angels in the snow





Photograph by Scott Hill

Thursday, December 19, 2013

We Had the Weekends

  
                  ... we had the weekends ... pinochle and pot 'til four in the morning

                                  ... plates piled high with deep fried smelt from lake superior 
... your easy laugh 

       ... now you're gone ... and I can't lean across the table

                                                 ... kiss your sweet chocolate mouth / tell you that I love you 


                                                                                                                 


Photograph by William Gedney

Friday, December 13, 2013

The Picture


                              ... you take our picture while we're sitting on the steps of our first house

                ... my black corduroy bell bottoms / his horn rimmed glasses

                                                 ... our little boy between us ....... I'll have two more husbands after him

         ... your oldest son / not yet born ... will die in a motorcycle accident

                                         ... it's all there on those front steps / we just can't see it yet






Photograph by William Gedney

Monday, December 2, 2013

Beside the Highway



         ... beside the highway / a field of sunflowers where you took my picture that day 

                   ... the picnic in the cemetery down a narrow dirt road
  / quietly crying on the way home 

  ... years spent prying my hands loose when I couldn't let go


                                                                                              



My reading of this poem on public radio:
https://beta.prx.org/stories/166291

Friday, November 29, 2013

Minnesota Nov 16th

                       minnesota nov 16th

                                 beyond the remains of the phlox and peonies the yellow grass lies dormant

                                 I watch from my living room window ... sip my tea

 



Photograph by Diane Varner

Monday, November 25, 2013

Morning on Tsankawi

                                                            ... walking on the bones of the anasazi / listening for stories

                      ... snow falling on the pajarita plateau / light moving across the valley

                                                                                          ... morning on Tsankawi

         



Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Late November


        ... late november 
           
                ... calling on his great grandfather for a blessing he smoked whitefish in an old refrigerator

... pulled salty flesh from crisp skin

                                    ... the ways of the ancients ... the remembered taste of snow on pine




Saturday, November 16, 2013

From My Father's Window


                                                         ... from my father's window

                                   ... a bird feeder in the snow
                                                           
                                                                        ... a grey squirrel stealing seeds
                                                         
                                            ... and all the time that's left






Photograph by Alexei Mikhailov

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

My Father's Thermos


                  ... he worked away from home to put food on the table / came back on the weekends
   
   ... at the bottom of his lunch pail ... a candy bar / three musketeers for three daughters
                                             
                           ... five decades later / I still feel the weight of my father's thermos
                       




My reading of it on public radio, KAXE:  https://beta.prx.org/stories/111319

Monday, November 11, 2013

Abandoned Schoolhouse


                                                                  ... abandoned schoolhouse

            ... in the basement / the ghosts of broken boys

                                                                                              ... mistrust lingers on the stairs







Photograph by Steve Hirsch

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

For the Goat Man


                            ... reclusive and quiet / known only as the goat man 

     ... we ski in the snowy woods past his cabin / stop to listen

                                               ... from a single window lit by a single lamp / Pavarotti in moonlight



                                                                                                     


my reading on public radio:
https://beta.prx.org/stories/111240

Friday, November 1, 2013

Escape Plan #1

                                         
                                                    ... escape plan #1: age five

                                                                  ... a model T in tall grass parked inside the pasture 

                                 ... I turn the metal handle / hop inside

                                                    ... an imaginary sun sets behind the rockies





Escape Plan #2


                                               ... escape plan #2: age fourteen ... '57 chevy / turquoise and white

                       ... en route to roosevelt lake

                                                        ... me driving / rusty beside me ... my world exploding





Escape Plan #3

                                                                ... escape plan #3: now ... a piece of land along the river

                       ... bicycle in the woods
                                            
                                                    ... blackbirds calling from the fence line




Thursday, October 31, 2013

Twenty Seven Miles Away

               
   ... twenty seven miles away

                                        ... snow is falling on the picnic table where we made love fifteen years ago
       
                  ... pumped cold sweet water from a well

 
                                                           ... distance / time ... a river untraversable

    



Monday, October 28, 2013

Among Ponderosa Pines


                                    
                ... tucked into a shoulder of the Rockies / we slept in our car among Ponderosa pines

  ... fell asleep listening to the river

                       ... a night so close you could almost touch the stars
 ....... I think we were happy then

                                                                                     


My reading of this poem on public radio: https://beta.prx.org/stories/141539

Friday, October 25, 2013

Route 66


                        ... route 66

                                      ... a cemetery ... headstones hidden in grass / a beer joint past closing time 

    ... broken windows / broken doors

                                                                 ... me and jack on a broken road





Tuesday, October 22, 2013

At Midnight


            ... as though called from my bed / I stand outside ... midnight at my feet

                                                            ... suspended in the mist between two maples / a quarter moon

                            ... an owl somewhere along the river






My reading of this poem on public radio:
https://beta.prx.org/stories/130682


Photograph by Jukka Helnovirta

Friday, October 18, 2013

Seminole Canyon


             ... seminole canyon / JB and I are falling apart

                                                                                     ... night pressed against our backs 
                                                                              
                           ... the cold light of distant stars