small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Monday, November 26, 2012

[at the edge of a deep wood . . .]

at the edge
of a deep wood
an old couple
waltzing without music . . .
leaves spiral to earth

Ribbons 8:2, Fall 2012

Friday, November 23, 2012


my Thanksgiving
turkey carcass
feeding the vultures—
a blue holiday mood
lifts on outstretched wings

Atlas Poetica 11, March 2012

Friday, November 16, 2012

[three deer . . .]

three deer
bedded down in the meadow
rising early
to browse the frozen stubble
I hunt for poems
Multiverses 1:1, June 2012