riff on a beam
Precarious, this light that hangs from a fissure,ties itself to a wet rail with a tendril and pulls,as if the nether side of a storm breaks,upturned and pillowed in a…
Category: Light
Each — as a Spoke
Ah, to float on a femur, to bear the load of Saturn as a wide brimmed hat…
Winter Kill
It is 4 a.m.,and a black dog breakscrust on old snow – stumbles.And a full moon loomsto reveal just easta crackling of limbs felledby gathered frosts and westa barn owl…
Angle of Incidence
What can I say?I was a bad sunrise,quick scudded to cloudand withholding. Look at it this way,it was a great dayfor pictures,unshadowed,no hotspotsto burn awayin a dance. We were a…
The White Forbiddance
Come winter the woods will forget my boots, Expunge my passage, deny me familiar, As if I never traveled there, climbed there The oaks, as low birches lurch among The…
A Moment Assured
Up there, in the brevities and rifting cloud something lures my eyes. For this dog is a blacker black than a slip moon night, but here, on this morn, the…
And Just How Many
How many schisms does it take to change a light bulb, that gray irritant in the shade, that fray behind diffused glass, incandescent once, but burned, but burned out? Twist…
