Category Archives: Poetry

Spring, 2020

April. Already Magnolias contemplate white Silences to come. How many will we see wither And die while May petals fall?

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A Train Whistle Far Away

It is winter and you are gone west Where foothills crumble into desert Resting your head against the black, I imagine, the cool bus window. The sun has fallen behind mountains And left the night stained blue as the sea. … Continue reading

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Where to Begin, And When to Harvest

In Memoriam: Robert Smith I see you in an old photo Young and gangling in overalls Standing in a field, hands on hips, Considering where to begin The planting and when to harvest. I see you in an oil lamp’s … Continue reading

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A North Wind Ravels

Midnight and now the full moon falls Down the other side of the sky. A north wind ravels skeins of snow Along the river frozen black. A dead spruce stands among the fir In snow here up to their green … Continue reading

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November Rain

I can’t quite remember the rhythms Our pulses beat together at night. All I hear now is November rain, Thready and erratic in the eaves.

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After

No one alive now remembers Rain on their skin in October Or how it varnished ochre larch. The slow rise and fall of water Moving with the moon over sand, The deep breaths of a pensive sea. The languid foreplay … Continue reading

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Into the Narrow Days

It’s September now and the rain, After the heat of the summer, has got The dead rattling above their graves. The rain and its weekend gyrations To hurricane winds left the dead swaying Under the white of a wall-eyed moon. … Continue reading

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