a snaketongue truffleclub’s blackened fork
Category: forest
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
Christmas bird count
learning every song
of the wind
first snow of the year
using my inside voice
election season
again this cloud of gnats
Raised by Trees
Before my salad days, I was sour as cabbage…
wandering
through the hair on my arm
autumn mosquito
