Fantasies of Shepherd Life I dream of sheep and the Outer Hebrides, fields furrowed with linen lines and feral life:…
Drift Apart My partner and I hold hands as we fall asleep. Occasionally it’s a handshake, but mostly our fingers…
Who will say death? --to Seamus Heaney He dug deep into the layered peat of personal and collective inheritances. His…
Cicada Your tambourine may be a distraction to the other members of our congregation but I like the raw electrical…
One Winter Night in Maine We trudged up the hill to Malcolm's field in our mittens, woolen coats, scarves snugged…
Moonlight Moon’s a farrier affixing Shoes to the underside of Leaves, steel-bright, twirling On shafts, fastened by wind, Some steal…
At My Door a Beggar Eyes asking for plenty, seeing I have enough, he stands in the doorway…
Listening to the Katy Train The back yard was where my mother hung laundry out to dry between two crosses,…