Monday, July 11, 2016


not a sound above the breakwater
soaring on motionless wings
    this is the promise

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Old Stuff

grandpa's chair still here
saved from the Annapolis kitchen
holding his Army-Navy game
cheers and groans
and white owl cigar smoke
    woven with radio waves

Sunday, June 19, 2016


...conjures up my father
who loved the beaches
of Indonesia more than
any person. Here he is,
in my curtains and tablecloths,
the browns and yellows, gold
of the whole world, wrapping
round me. The fields wild
stubble...there is the man.
If I could, I would paper
the walls in batik patterns.
No matter, I'd still
see him walking away,
through the haunted door,
long gone down the dirt lane.
A lifetime ago and I
still want to howl like
a left-behind animal.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

first language

tiny glowing drops
across the pale green orchid
too diffuse for words
    on the face of rooted life
    water, the first language

Monday, April 4, 2016

Earth Day Everyday

among the cattails
trying out the world
baby ducks


down there, the valley blooms
up here, snow still on Black Butte
gardner beware


walking the garden path
his heart home again to England
Lilly of the Valley


shy and newborn
white dogwoods lighting the forest
a young bride


waiting for my wren's song
    to own my back yard
"Come home soon, it's yours."

Monday, March 28, 2016

the dry canyon

the dry canyon
    over bones and bleached
    branches, a never wide enough
    trail, filling in footprints
    with dust and scree
    wearing away, so high    
    on broken bramble walls
    a cairn piled, reaching up
    against time, wordless
    like forgotten ancestors in sepia
    this too was watered
    all cottonwood and willow
    fish and drinking deer
the moon
    will not abandon her watch
    moving shadows softly
    along the walls, opening
    and closing the rock bound story

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Mike's Hanging Out Tanka

Mike's hanging out
at Pepper's Pet Pantry
    —dachshund fever
blessed be the rescuers
the ones who really do it

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