Poetry

All human now, bereft of the divine

 the prairie grass / sizzles in the wind

we who perish like the flower in the field

for A.B. Those childhood nights I ate at your table, where life’s mysteries were broken and shared— I studied the blue willow plates you set each night. Even during the worst winter, my fork swept potatoes, gravy, bits of savory meat and uncovered a story. Each night I told myself a different tale, cast in […]

I expect you to break through, Across these shoddy lenses soon, To burst into view, knowing full well I will lose you. Why’s it all waiting And watching with you? Once, In a cardinal’s dress, you hopped From mind’s bough to heart’s branch In one second, slipped on the dark Vestments of ravens in the […]