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

Monday, June 25, 2012

[bonsai forest--]

bonsai forest—
a pool of water
among the roots
I were two inches high

Multiverses 1:1, June 2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

[listening all night . . .]

listening all night
to the mockingbird sing
borrowed tunes
I wonder which
voice is mine

Atlas Poetica Special Feature: Snipe Rising from a Marsh, April 2012

Friday, June 8, 2012

[the hornets' nest . . .]

the hornets’ nest
broken open—gray and silver
bands of paper
everything I want to write
between the lines

GUSTS 15, spring/summer 2012

Monday, June 4, 2012


the sound of water
from the spring
on the hillside
my mother’s voice
reciting poems

at a deeper spring
in times of drought
I discover
a frog-prince
on emerald moss

a dowsing rod
seeking a source
of water
that will never run dry
I teach myself to read

I sit
with a book in a tree
by the river
flowing past roots
it generates power

at dawn
soft rain begins
the sound
of words
mingled in dreams