I was trying to find another world. It was right here all along.
hunter’s cap
a bell-like sound
from the raven’s throat
who’s afraid
of the wolf
mother tree
tracking snow
the mountain cut open
by a new road
time machine
you too
have never existed
second snow
my dreams these days
have other stars
bodies
on the side of the road
ready for winter
Ridgetop wind
You can see farther this time of year because there’s so much less to see.
ridgetop wind
speaking in the voice
of a raven
Thanksgiving sky
the trees’ white skeletons
when I close my eyes
blue mountains
the dragon in my rock
will never hatch
witch hazel
sun shriveling
in effigy
gall
When I was a Buddha, my radiant body rang like a bell.
a gall wasp’s
empty oak apple
gone to seed
moonrise
shadows open
their wings
