I stand at the brink The Old Ones call my name The Old Ones call my name Here is your leavened bread, fresh from the clay ovens to feed the hungry, the lost and the broken Do not expect Earthly payment for your service Do not look for a fine carriage or a pile of...
I rush from my car to the front door across loose gravel and up cement steps to try to avoid the Night if I look Her in the eye She will un-do me Her biting Cold will not let me hide or find my rest Her relentless Stars will agitate my heart inflame my sorrow my...
I touched two men dancing yesterday the first with black hair, cut short hints of a missed shave on his narrow face with a sharp jaw he had taken his shirt off because of sweating so much his shoulders were strong and the big triangle-shaped muscle of the back and...
You the Sun, you warm the stones you warm the water you heat my face You the Breeze, you sip at my ear You Leaves tumble and crackle You Bricks lie sleeping You Red Berries are pregnant on the bush You Humans dance… Dance, I say! with the boughs that tremble, though...
she’s gone off to school high-ponytail flapping only a few bites taken out of her egg, sunny-side up, with a soft yolk, and buttered zucchini bread, slightly sweet scented with cinnamon and clove she’s gone but I managed to place a soft kiss on her forehead in the dim...
