Grandson at one Still, the words pile up, unuttered; the world trips on, only slightly aware the sun will swallow…
In Search of Simplicity Once in Concord, a brash young man took axe and hammer to trees beside a pond.…
Edelweiss Mother was always the oldest of mothers. The gray chignon, the lace-up Oxfords, the little metal cart she pushed…
The Creation of Altruism The garden has become overrun already with feverfew caught with rosemary planted from a scoop off…
Of Music and Dancing After the silence, the two person polka band began to play. In that way she spoke…
Daughters My stillborn daughter disappeared for thirty years. When finally I named her, learned to mourn, women the age she…
Mother I Feast Mother I feast on you Savouring the last shreds of flesh On bones that have completed their…
For you I would be insane and lovely at the same time --for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee, with love…