Sweet Poplar

Sweet poplar, sweet poplar, you have become golden. Yesterday you were green, a wild green of glorious birds. Today you are bedraggled under the August sky as I am beneath the sky of my red [...]

Mid-day

To keep open at mid-day the windows of the sun-lit patio overlooking the dining room. To smell the warm scent of sun and apples. To say simple things — things that inspire love. To drink [...]

Forest

The unwritten poem that mocks the word paralyzes my hand above the blank paper. Once more my head is a forest and my hand is an insect monstrosity plays with and from language itself the words [...]

The Geologist

Here was a sea a million years ago. Man does not know this, but the stone remembers. Break it: there is a crab in its guts, all stone now, a magnificent shape that refused to be dust. Before the [...]

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