The Way of the Dove’s Tail

“The Way never acts yet nothing is left undone”escaping water empowers cracksnoon shadows define the sun of their own accord transform the creaturesthe teacher erases the boardthe children forget his features the uncarved block is but freedom from desirewe followed...

Proscenium

These parts we are given to readin early dawnin a play without intermissionall ghost written by authorsunnamed lines actedin front and behind the drawn curtainthe shroud of secrecyaround the plot that writes itselfis the play that overtakes the theater and the worldis...

Buttercup Hill

Arriving dry from a dash down Buttercup Hillyou taught me howto walk between raindropsto livebetween numbered daysto speakbetween wordsour inner life sings with Mozart’s violaoutvoiced by violinby celloyet so needy of her harmony.

The Marrow of March

For mea certain tilt of Earth’s headthe equinoxeighteen and a half degreesrevolving round its axis so they say nay t’is all attitude say Iand so say the orange newts of Dunsinaneand the enraged eaglets on the rocky crag cosmos has confusion up its sleevepulsing in...

Song of the Drifter

On your door would I knockBut you live in a tentHow will you knowI was heaven sent? In your ear would I singBut you dream of skyFilled with birdsWho sing better than I In your fire would I cookAmbrosial fareGolden lentilTart of pear For your brow would I spinAn...

The Rhyming of Genes

The rhyming of genesspins out iambic soulsdancers leaping from the poesy of the womb a wild doe loses track of last spring’s foalsas the miracle of birth ushers in perpetual bloom to mothers whose mothering fabric is tornby words and actions war and famine bring every...