Wanting I’ve made a study of The smokers at the bus stop near the hospital, Visitors, uneasy in street clothes,…
Buzzed The buzzard doesn't hit the windshield so much as swim across, talons skittering, tail feathers fanned, a swooping rush…
We Return to the Forest Plagues of minivans descend like locusts upon the blighted forests. Barefoot folk, wearing thistles in…
The Dog Takes it All in Stride, but the Cat’s Gone into Hiding My husband unleashes beasts at our house,…
Love Poem to the Number Seven It's always been lucky for me: seventh heaven, seven on the die, seven seas,…
Silver Lining Has to be one in all this waiting for the votes to be counted, for the silver-tongued pundits…
Hillside in Negative The testament of Sierra oaks is distance. Limbs clutch sky but trunks sequester. Tap roots wrench through…
Rules of the hard road A tortoise shell works against most predators, but there is always that one mistake: crossing…