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Blue sky betrays the fallen daffodils which just yesterday seemed a sure sign that this long winter was a wrap. It’s still possible to walk our creaking bones through a chilly gauntlet of birdsong each morning believing in a promise of warmer wafting air, that the ground will unlock its perfume of worm dirt to … Continue reading How to Wait for Spring

Kuan Yin Again Almost always but never quite wrecked on the shores of human tragedy, I recede to watch, near enough to touch or hold my hands aloft in witness, say yes to ground currents of distress- let it all pass through to dissolve You won’t notice the effort, I barely do. Loyal to tasks … Continue reading Kuan Yin Again

This winter moon draws back veils of darkness asks we do the same I dream a tall house with many cluttered rooms full of charmed possibility On the edge of understanding I delight in an Escher-like stair climb See patterned papers tattered crazy quilts, dusty books and bathtubs Imagine what to keep --to release, all … Continue reading Winter Moon

Sandbreak As if wire and pinewood unspooled to a vanishing point along the foamy shoreline could keep the drifting dune in place. As when gulls fly inland, summer people leave, every season has its storm. I see you letting go at the edges looking out beyond everything --at steel waters, sobering skies. As if we … Continue reading Sandbreak

Oh squirrel in the cup of the curved pine tree Wren on the wire, robin in leaves. A morning’s chatter on this side of heaven your tails wave questions, your feathered exclamations. Oh shovel, truck and gun, the heavy wheels, poison cargo, as I sit here breathing in this quiet sunrise, children go to sleep, … Continue reading Skyblue

April 9, 2018 Translucent creep, invisible yet so very there we meet in the bedroom where you skinfeast then shed, take me down to my knees a rattling wheeze crackling cough doubled over helpless in what feel like end days. Our battle is long, unfriendly pin prick. This Goliath will not go down without a … Continue reading Dermatophagoides Farinae (American Dust Mite n Me)

April 8 2018 Her cheeks tingle, the featherlight touch. Eyelids flutter open and no one in the room. Clara tells me her story. I tell her mine. We share the comfort and hair-raising chill of old houses and long-dead grandmothers, empty creaking rocking chairs, owls in the mist outside cracked windows beckon to shadows on … Continue reading Blood-Touched

tender perfectionist Heart harboring a fragile eloquence most often in conversation with yourself- meet me out there on the knobby ground of all our myriad failures our unspoken mumblings come two-step and trip with me boldly without fear

No one to share clothes with for me as a young women the age clothes -sharing was a sign of sisterly best friendness when the shine of those girlhood intimacies made me want to live to the next day in the great glow of extravagant like-you-ness with someone who happened to walk the same way … Continue reading April 5th Line-Play

April 5 (Blind Translation w/ Photo of Aunt Laura’s Jam) NOVO OKO Sibila Petlevski (Croatia) Nismo čekali da proleti prva roda iznad krova nego smo sami postavili na dimnjake gnijezda. Prošlo je vrijeme čuđenja u kojem je vrijedilo pravilo da je svaka stvar novome oku nova. Mrtvaci se mirno dižu iz mrtvih, žive ljudi bez … Continue reading Blind Translation