I hate that I am kind. I get entangled every year in a new game of a new hunter. People weave dulcet tales to lure me into their...

On Midlife: A Self-Portrait A new gulley, a deep, unbending arroyo runs alongside what has always been, an expected line in an unmapped...

Sustainable eating eggshells for calcium – crushed to mush, watered down is this the future, we pray for? wanting not to waste as waste...

Hunting boots all wet and muddy, Following the trail, most bloody, Found some tracks, now stop and study. There’s my quarry, freshly...

From one heap to another after Brian Eno In the spring, I scatter normal instruments in secret locations. The road home is formless,...

THE DAY The day his doctor told my father he shouldn't drive anymore there were suddenly so many errands to run. I ran into the mailbox,...

)))wind unravels fingers— tones pores which gasp as sudden cold sneaks up on you like an icicle down your back, between your breasts...

I pointed at that deer in the brush with my finger held out like a gun. It was just standing there after all it’s white-tailed friends...

“You could have spread a newspaper,” she says. Mother, the dogs leave their fur everywhere in the house, how can father’s white beard...

AGAIN, I SEE THE DAWN of my childhood when women stood lonely in Edward Hopper windows, still in their full slips, or already in flowered...

BINGO I find her in back, mid-game around the table, playing two cards at once. O-9, N-17, G-46… Mini packets of Cracker Jack are today’s...

Still stung, still staggering streets at night, sometimes with feet, most times with mind, where smoke from chimneys twists and turns,...

Poem where I mention Michigan because Bob Hicok is from Michigan and I am doing a reading with Bob Hicok, who is from Michigan, so it...

FRUIT MEAL blue curtains   watery fields night falling    entire meal of fruit somewhere in The Netherlands    my mother said cut boiled...

I remember birdsong so loud, maybe the starlings thought I had crusts from another hastily made breakfast, Just to say to myself I had...

Palmetto Girl golden summer baby with blue sky in your eyes and butterscotch lipgloss put on to be kissed off. there’s saltwater in your...

lucid linen words like sugared twine twice pilfered filtered words flit filleted hung out to dry with the angels beneath my skin liminal...

I’ll Be There for You When the Rain Starts to Pour A few days before Halloween we’re getting high in an Ellicottville Airbnb when the...

And so I lay. Off lively path. Driftin' in et out of day, Last and lonely sound, my laugh, Come the Raven, blackest of wings Claws cave,...

Things You Have To Do Throw rocks in the river, even if you don’t have kids along. Not the small, flat stones meant for skipping: find a...