All love, all life is a reconfiguring of all that’s already been reconfigured. Watch old trees scattering leaves on a forest floor like older trees, before being sawn to a fresh existence as paper or logs, that you will use … Continue reading
I’m the Writer and the Woman Buying a Bus Ticket Louder than the island’s trafficcicadas’ shake a tinder percussionfrom long, straying grass. They are as unseenas a writer, whoyears away, will tap at a keyboard and listen to a printerscuttle … Continue reading
Improvisations We have taken to living lifeas if it were jazzrouging wan dayswith bright notesborn from barren weeks hollow as the tin-can lanternsrecycled and strung upin the spindly birch treesby kids, next door.Each cylinder’s dark interioris pierced with geometric patternsso … Continue reading
Grief we row, hearing only our oarspluck the sigh of ripples freefrom the lake’s swish of midnight and silence, lifting water to suddencold light, cutting and breaking at the dampfloat of moss that clings to the cold wooden skin of … Continue reading