July 22, 2011 § 1 Comment
Crickets turning the trees into bells in the darkness.
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
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.]
March 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
Greener now than they used to be:
The yard trees now that the house has gone.
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 5, 2011 § 5 Comments
watching the trees drift westward
through the rain