Empty On the birdless day at the refuge the morning was lento cattails barely moving in breeze. The canal twisted…
Revealing, Concealing Exercises in journal-keeping and notes in the margins of long-shelved or cherished books always manage, somehow, to embarrass me. And I’m not…
the dog’s job the dog jumped off the bed last night & ran barking into the dark I followed because…
COUNTRYSIDE IN REVERSE thou hast thy music too,— from "To Autumn" by John Keats …
The Shape Of A Universe while I was incarcerated for a crime I did not commit I enrolled in a…
Artist Statement: During the fifty years I’ve lived in downtown Anchorage, Alaska, I’ve avoided painting landscapes. I prefer the more…
A stranger walks beside you casting seeds into the wind See how they fly helter-skelter like a sheet of starlings…
I am sending out this little flag of poems to the people who have said they want to hear, to…
Dear editor: Sir/ Ma’am: (I’m never sure) Today, you said, I’ll dole out bits of words, snippets of ideas. And…