– written at Nose Mountain Fire Lookout
I was a wolf once, on one September day of thousands.
Two wolves were waiting on the mountain road. I howled,
badly, inviting them to my lookout cabin like a wistful sister should.
Four of their relatives heard, jumped out of the bush and joined
the party like happy-go-lucky yahoos would. I watched […]
–for Anna Politkovskaya
What fades?
Evergreens, survivors of chain-linked
generations of logging, now a cemetery
of vertical bones with marrow devoured
by defrosted mobs of mountain beetles.
Dry pine trees, fragile, faded red
like splattered blood of hunted journalists
marked in blinding daylight of corruption
and wars. The paper dollar skin of a million
carved trees changes hands to kill or save
a forest, […]
The concert goers gather where the earth is slanted sheltered from city lights Where the land still grows verdant wordsNot slick pavement and glowing machines who fear and suffocate poemsThe wandering moon fills their refugee mouthsThe homeless wind sprinkles a rouge of cosmic dust on their skins to magnetize their memoriesAn orphaned grizzly cub taps his claw […]
I sit on a rogue boulder
high in alpine fields
reading Gary Snyder.
My mind in the Rocky mountains,
I watch blue […]
