a quiet gurgle
from the spring
Category: forest
out walking
on this lovely snow
winter gnats
spring cleaning
a heart made of yarn
gives up its dust
two last berries
left to bear
the darkest blues
morning spider
making way
into wait
in this underworld
a snaketongue truffleclub’s blackened fork
new moon
over the Gaza strip
every eyelid
the throb
in a jewelweed blossom
birthing a fly
fog
from the noisy valley
be my ghost
Dispatch from the Front
We call them invasive species now, but they didn’t ask to be brought here and planted ‘for wildlife,’ the multiflora roses, Amur honeysuckles, Russian olives, Japanese barberries…
mountaintop
learning the raven’s word
for a human
lake view
blue paint marking the end
of the clearcut
