Wind in Things Flutes at the edges, pries at these. Instructs trees on suppleness, branching. Once--when I was young--sent me…
Uninvited Every night, an old woman crawls into bed with me though I don't remember inviting her. I deny her…
Artist Statement: I am driven to create. Clay happily responds to my every whim and gives me great joy.…
Distance --Lake County, Oregon All day, wind beats the edges of dying lakes, old shorelines heaped with sage. Locals tell…
A Clinic The man who must discard seven years of records sits on a stool before the fireplace, poking wells…
Flute Across black canyon's rim to the edge of echo, your life's numen touches the silver surface of sound's creation,…
Critical Defense --after Jane Hirshfield I shot the Berretta I loaded frangible round into the Berretta I shot the Berretta…
Mother, Mirror This hand-me-down Gothic reflection. This Holy Mother Scrolling her entitlements-- Even after death. Her embossments Perpetually etched in…
Mexico at Twelve Like a young prince, I rode high and untethered Into the desert My saddle the engine lid…