[bonsai forest--]

bonsai forest—

a pool of water

among the roots

wishing

I were two inches high

Multiverses 1:1, June 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

[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

water

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

Lynx XXVII: 2, June 2012

[all day long . . .]

all day long

moving words on paper

hunting

what I meant to say—

a hazy moon

Moonbathing  5, fall/winter 2011

[listening . . .]

listening

for the silence

between raindrops

yesterday’s blunders

wash out to sea

GUSTS 15, spring/summer 2012

[words in a dream . . .]

words in a dream:

things beautiful,

broken,

and without fear—

tomorrow I’ll make a list

GUSTS 15, spring/summer 2012