The Canoe A canoe comes for me in stillness before nightfall, when darkness still hovers far away over the drumlins…
Bowing to No Gods: A Family Liturgy Coffee is the blood, cigarettes the body. The sole communion before noon. Our…
Artist statement: I live in a place where rain is a refrain. It can be both partner and adversary…
Ideas are like fish, says David Lynch (Catching Big Fish). If you want to catch little fish, you can stay…
Happy as a Clam They say you get used to forgetting what you've forgotten feeling something spreading ear to ear…
Weight Like rings of a tree, my waist is a measure of my life, which, as anyone can see, has…
Stafford's Thread --after William Stafford’s "The Way It Is" I’m hard on things. I wear them out. So I worry…
Tumbling to Spring As a passenger, I fell out of the car onto the lawn, talking. You must have known…