July 22, 2011 § 1 Comment

Crickets turning the trees into bells in the darkness.

[not awake]

June 16, 2011 § 1 Comment

not awake enough
to turn the swifts’ chitterings
into a haiku


June 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

Listening for poetry in the flow of the traffic. Heat already overwhelming.


May 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

going through the house opening windows —
one still locked from winter


April 28, 2011 § Leave a comment

Midnight in spring, unfamiliar sound:
wind through the leaves

[your wilderness]

March 30, 2011 § Leave a comment

It helps to know the wilderness around you enough
so you can hide in it when you have to.

[My poetry is getting more prose-like. I don’t know why, and I can’t stop it.]

[yard trees]

March 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Greener now than they used to be:
The yard trees now that the house has gone.

NB: (again)

March 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

Another thing to avoid in poetry: taking yourself too seriously. Ezra Pound did and look how he ended up.


March 16, 2011 § 1 Comment

When you find yourself addressing the wind like this: O Wind! then you know you’re trying too hard.

[filed under experience]

[cross-posted to white pebble]


March 5, 2011 § 5 Comments

watching the trees drift westward
through the rain

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