vireo holding forth
on a verse from vireo
bend in the road
an indigo bunting
dries his wings
dancing flames
a ruby-throated hummingbird here and gone
night barn
a field sparrow singing
in his sleep
Memorial Day
a red squirrel raging above the grave
Jupiter and Mars
almost touching the whippoorwill
millipede
fear spiralling in my hand
In black cherry time
This is what happens as soon as I stop walking, my daily habit: I become habitat.
rain crow
when did the back of my hand turn strange?
green again
this dream of endless mountains
Sacrificial
Why is it this year that the familiar warbler songs sound like dripping blood or fabric being torn?
What May Come
Where did it come from, this premonition that someday I will be parted from my head?
