you cannot know
the leap of joy
my heart gave,
nor the twang
let’s start a fire
This project was inspired by “Let’s Start a Fire,” a Bottled Magic Moment by artist Kyra Hinton.
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what we found in the forest
This project was inspired by “What We Found in the Forest,” a Bottled Magic Moment by artist Kyra Hinton.
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maidens drowned
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
hiraeth
In Praise of Januaries
January isn’t my most favorite month of the year. Even so, I’m learning to be grateful for it and the unique opportunities it brings—a chance to refocus after another year (with its attendant good intentions) has run away. A chance for quiet after a season of mirth and merriment. A chance to look out over the next twelve months and make plans, then learn to hold them loosely.
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woven in the womb
swaddling cloths had soothed active limbs to stillness; in
the drowsing darkness there was not a sound from him
but the steady in, out, in, out, of infant breaths.
september tomatoes
sun-cracked,
bird-pecked,
a patch of gold
most years the neighbor’s cottonwood
is not the first tree to turn toward autumn,
but this week a patch of gold appeared
amid the green
the having had
a parting;
a breaking;
a death;
a memorial.
dreaming of brown ducks
when my heart is restless
i find myself dreaming of brown ducks
and mild-eyed cows
and the cinnamon-colored stripe
between the shoulder blades
of the cotton-tailed rabbits munching clover
on the mountain
was it quiet there on the mountain, Moses,
as the children of Israel held their breath
and you saw the green sweep of the promised land
that you could not enter — and waited for death?
closing ceremonies
four ragged-winged red tail hawks
swoop and circle overhead,
their melancholy cries piercing
the thickening evening air
as the neighbors pull the newest set of fallen branches from the sidewalk.
it really shouldn’t
it really shouldn’t
be this way —
the forgetfulness
the vacillation
the disinterest
the mistrust —