Places 14: Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope Once I sought and found quiet in a one room cabin on a Southern Indiana farm. It was built from unfinished freshly milled wood and set inside a partly fenced-off glade of tall unmown grass between woods, pasture, a cow corridor and grainfields. The inside was undecorated and sparsely furnished. It was intentionally off […]
Places 04: Fog
Wandering through young trees / at ease in this wet woods / my footsteps fade / deep into duff. The air has substance…
Places 01: Snow
This poem, Snow, is about delay, risk and choices inside of changing circumstances—and, though not spoken, about aging.
Write Truth
I would write truth. Engrave it on my heart / with flaming pens, of feathers / from Dove’s wings / set hot ablaze
Poems from Pursuit
Its light in colors lived and died
uncaptured,
a world apart
from all the raw and strain
upon my dimming heart…
