What the Soil Said
If I was a person this world would destroy me. Good thing then that I am at peace under your fingernails. A robin on her nest. Shining feather grass waving in the ditch. Moving clouds at rest in the sky. And the wind rolling foam into waves for the fun of it. You may...
In Saying Goodbye
I found a perfect dead bird on the deck, outside the window victim of violence a deceptive white light through too-big windows his perfectly groomed feathers grew darker as they moved from his pale yellow-gray head to his almost black tail I spent yesterday willing...
Arlo
Happy final day of national poetry month! A flash poem a day, every day, in April! Looking forward to next year. Here's today's silly poem... Arlo Waggingly he came from the streets of LA Bundled up, shipped off to Seattle where average time to adoption was just 4...
Red Pleather Seats
Happy national poetry month! A flash poem a day, every day in April! Red Pleather Seats above the lunch rush crowd a clattering, plates and cups two women sit alone reading in heaven a young boy, also alone on break from the kitchen intently checks his phone...
Dear Artist,
accept throwing out everything you knew was true each morning starting again from the beginning or well before then uncertainly receiving just one certainty each day some days, mine is a friend or a warm breeze or a cat other days, mine is a poem or an essay or a book...
Nursery
internet, off now breathing, noticed ears dancing with rain down eve spouts family, hugged, fed, dispersed to their corners paw, across cat's face wood floor, brightened with daylight through clouds, appreciated aspect, spacious eyes, closed lungs, expanding chest,...
Holy Ground
the old man up the hill tends the garden of the woman next door the woman behind us up the hill donates supplies to schools the woman who lives beside her takes her sick dog for very slow, sunny walks to sniff the life from dewy blades of grass while ailing pup still...
A Poet’s Payment
Need a poem or another gift and you receive one Love a poet and you fall in love with every face within translucence Walk, or drink, with a poet feeling the whole truth of a place complete with hatred, laughter, fear betrayal, goofiness, and tears: theirs yours ours...
How to Make Magic Stay
Like friendship, magic shows up when you invite her in. She sits to stay a spell when you take a deep breath and say “This is who I really am.” After that, to stay with magic becomes easier and harder. Easier, because now she’s an old friend. Harder, because old...
Somewhere Near La Conner
Dull reeds and mud-gray grass winter's cattails dirt-sprayed root to tip hints of breezes dance between the strands and dew drops race sunshine down bended blades to end within evaporation. Driftwood graveyard here at low tide's end trickling water settles in to chill...
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