Desert Tableau, Fort Rock, Oregon Spray of feathers. Last flight flown. Bird no more. Rodent skull bleached to chalk, with…
Mornings in Melancholia --after Freud’s 1917 essay “Mourning and Melancholia” I. A strange country to walk into at ten A.M.…
Unstitched I am held together by tiny stitches on small scraps of feed sack, snatches of wool, snips of gingham.…
Li Bai on His Way to Meng Haoran’s Grave The anger of a gathering storm stirs the sullen sky with…
The Lost Boys …for she thought that she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have…
When The Dead Visit People I know tell me their dead visit disguised as a cardinal at the window, a…
Smoke Signals —Sequoia National Park From the switchbacks above Soda Creek, I can see green smoke blowing across the Chagoopa…