Poem: Abacus

I count with birds the return of springa feathered abacusnot the robin, who merely heads inlandnor the cardinal burning from the snowy branchnor the squabbling sky-feathered jaynor the bead-eyed junco, …

Poem: Concordia

On those waters, blue as the sky, a massive ship veers its bulk so that a single man may hold up a single hand in lordly welcome to the shore …

Poem: Green Tara

I used to wonder why the compassionate one was green not the floating peridot of the pond struck by shafts of unearthly light (as all light is unearthly, coming from …

Poem: Us

Let us enumerate the truths that fall hidden in the dry leaves of our deception. We did start this fire, and we reveled in it with the savage glee of …

Plague Beltane: To care is to grieve

My fingers crumbled the bannock on the mossy ground. In the earth-made cauldron between four trees, I set the caudle. Strange calls echo through the oak wood, near and far. …

Poem: Easter

They said a dead man rose again coincidentally at the same time daffodils leaned morose yet dainty over the stream admiring their beauty and falling in with that beautiful boy …

Poem: Bitch (Yeah, she went there)

I should be kind, you say, a spring sun melting the ice of hardened opinion with a shining softness or the moist sweetness of chocolate chip cookies offered warm, fresh …