THE RIVER IN JULY A great blue heron’s spindle feet hold its place on the Potomac’s torrent’s rocks. Does this miraculous strange bird contemplate the tumult while we consider her, our fingers threaded? We walk past a sycamore, hollowed of heartwood. Husk. Crone. High water mark. A fawn raises her head, pauses her browse, and … More THE RIVER IN JULY
JULY (BY THE RIVER) A great blue heron’s spindle feet hold its place on the torrent’s rocks. Does this miraculous strange bird contemplate the tumult while we consider her, our fingers threaded? We walk past a sycamore, hollowed of heartwood: a husk, a crone, a high water mark. A fawn raises her head, pauses her … More JULY (BY THE RIVER)
On July 12th, I joined staff and volunteers from PennEnvironment, State College Mayor Don Hahn, and Rep. Scott Conklin for a press conference to release “Trouble in the Air“. We have to do better to improve our air quality by embracing cleaner cars, industry, & renewable energy. In Ferguson Township we are doing our part. These are my … More It’s time for Pennsylvanians to deal with the threats in the air
We have choices to make, to support those who we are called to support or those who have and will deny, neglect, and oppress with whatever means they have. I will not support those who destroy families by splitting them up at the border for seeking asylum or by shooting, choking, or wrongfully imprisoning their … More Some Thoughts on Vengeance: A poem against legal racial violence
MEMORIAL DAY IN THE SHALE FIELDS Families gather at the cemetery of the first Memorial Day to honor fallen soldiers. The carnival’s din white noise in the background. The Governor invokes the Preamble’s more perfect union, America’s freedom, her might, the first woman to have lain an offering at the soldiers’ graves. Since she was … More MEMORIAL DAY IN THE SHALE FIELDS (Revision)
LIBERATED OF THE NOTION The PWA built these roads at a time less spoiled and less equal than our days of white bellicose rage. The wise foresaw collapse in our ceaseless kicking and ripping through the soils’ tissues and the vampiric draining of creeks to feed the furnaces forging the future of the darkly shining … More Liberated of the notion [Draft]
VESPERS IN THE BARRENS [Revised] These hills were carved by Carnegie’s and Thompson’s full ferrous might. The jack and pitch pine’s brown paper needles and rigid brawny cones… I have submitted this poem to a journal so it is incomplete here.
