Nathaniel who stands on the green shouting,
“I am the first of my kind,
I am the finest you’ll find! ”... more »
I Have Seen A Moment In My Old Age
Underneath the swinging trees
we lie limply in the cool
of shade, and of the simple breeze.... more »
O March In Spring
The war expands a bit off where it’s
Bright and dry and I can’t see.
But here I’ve seen the bluebells bloom
More sort of violet, really.... more »
Return From A Travel
The sidewalk oak will no more dance or tremble
When wind howls typhoon-strong past its street-corner;
Age makes the tree be proud and bare and grown, untrimmed.
I see your door where I once begged is now a hole... more »
Sin And Her Children
The Sin of John Milton
Written inside Seattle’s downtown library
Epigraph: “Before the Gates there sat
On either side a formidable shape;... more »
I'm stuck in the fuckin' sunshine, half alive and three quarters dyin';
it takes all my hardearned cash
just to buy me reason.
Some are pleased by Summer season but I can't... more »
I am waiting. I’m waiting.
Where the stars meet the sound I am waiting.
I am here at the gate and can stare
Down the lane where the blackberries bake on their vines.... more »
Gravity pulled in the typical way
At a foot that ought not have been bare.
The mountain-goat stones do not hold to their own,
As slick things quite like to let go.... more »