A hot iron sun blazes
sometimes the colour of wild roses,
and at others, golden rod and flax,
and brands the tips of an endless sky.
The wind never stops here.
The wind, it blows east,
riding long freight trains
to a point beyond the parallax
of Kreisel’s broken globe.
Thunderheads lick a flat earth
with wet kisses and rainbow promises
of mythical gold
to be found
at […]
I first saw her as I walked
along the gravel road
out by the wheat fields
something drew my eye
shrouded in dust, cradled
by bleached grasses
feathers muddy and broken
she is silent
though her black bill
remains open
her skull is hollow now
empty sockets a tunnel
for the light
in death’s dance
outside is in
where her neck once curved
beads of bone
necklace
her brown and
speckled feathers
I kneel to […]
I’ll tell you what I saw
I’ll tell you I saw light
dancing by the river
first the sun shot through
the black branches of that maple
laid out blue shadows
on the snow near the church
so I followed
deer tracks led me down
a trail - narrow, lined with red willow
thin whips springing as I passed
just above the river shining pewter
cold and […]
how may i melt into this landscape this flat flat land the gas flares dottingthe grass tabletop like kids’ birthday candles one here one there spottyand fuming the crunchy crabgrass […]
I did not come here
to excuse my self
or anyone else. It was
because the feathered bracts
and wind whipped stalks that
dry-lashed the warbler and her cheek
slant morning brow
like a forgiving aunt
wearing her hat shadow in this remarkable
early heat, which seemed to sigh
for more leafhoppers braying, “rotten wood can’t be carved”—
that I felt the dryness of the […]
