the chainsawed end of a hemlock
among acorns
taking root
the retriever’s snout
burial tree
my 100,000 miles of veins
high winds
a falling branch crashes
my party of one
The sun is different here—
distant, keeps odd hours. A foreigner, regarded with a mixture of bemused tolerance and mistrust.
this must be the place
the black-throated green warbler
is whispering
more dead children
I go for a walk in rain
that should be snow
The tree caught in a tree cannot be untreed except by rot.
This is a proverb from some far-away land where the Peter principle does not apply, and only the least competent are entrusted with the most important jobs.
another year gone
the traditional sauerkraut
salty as tears
Say what you will about the lizard brain;
it would be useful to have an unblinking third eye to keep track of the sun.
At the encampment of the damned,
there’s so much less fornication than at the encampment of the saved.
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
