A Clearing (HS 151)

If only we could shed grief as our skin does rain.This is not like water. You must go. Go farther down,down … More

Coloma, Wisconsin 1978 (HS 150)

There is not much left to do today. This morning we were replacing fence posts.Bob and I have pulled stumps all … More

I’m swirling in the drouse of that head on the pillow before sleep,a thousand ideas swizzling around my brain that … More

The water is full of ghosts and him. In the water. There.A child’s eyes staring back at you. Right there. Pointing,I follow my … More

Revised 12.12.23 The people working inside here look hardly savageEven though a paler woman sitting sunning outside said they wereSaid so … More

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wipe the slate clean,tabula rasa, my mind a blank, history erased, wake up tomorrow knowing nothingbut … More

It’s amazing to imagine that at one time Hawaiʻi had to be sold,a barely known collection of merely faraway map … More

I’m standing at the edge of the Sahara Desert,looking out upon sand and sand and sand as far as I … More

I have this faint hope, to ask, as I self-isolatehere on the mountainside below Puʻu ʻŌhiʻa– the place that foreigners … More

With you, every day is lemon meringue day,that balance of sweet and sour on my tongue,huge fruit grown on your … More

Love, must I not have a word with you, just for laughs,see the rain, how clearly the sky bleeds for … More

Every one of us saw him as an ignorant ass,and the beer was cold, and the oaths flowed,and maybe we … More

The wind moaned all through the night, groaned so,making love for hours to the trees surrounding me,the two swaying together … More