There are #poems that hurt to revisit. But I revisit them to grow.

“The long shadow”  [Revised 10.21.2013] How many days will I have until he is not a boy anymore? How many days until he asks me questions I cannot answer? Or if I can answer them will I have strength, or the wherewithal, or the desire to respond as a father should, as a father might … More There are #poems that hurt to revisit. But I revisit them to grow.

Otters again

I’ve gotten to spend some time with this poem over the last few days. Its simplicity spends time with me. What is beneath? What is above? And then I wonder – as I am who I am – what is falling in love like as an otter? Probably nothing at all. As social as they … More Otters again

The conjoined trunks of trees remind me of being a lover

“Lovers” I just found a hickory and a maple,trunks grown together, conjoined as lovers at their hips,tension free from their backs  while the hands of their roots clutch their subterranean buttocks  for decades of loamy passion.For centuries they have thrived while performing the rites of the living.I see them, old beings  beaming their smiles at the … More The conjoined trunks of trees remind me of being a lover

A pile of bricks is a window into the miracle of life and our sense of home.

 “A Pile of Bricks” Jimmy dumped bricks three feet from the garden’s black cherry gate.A haphazard pile like the tires burned on SR 3012 where the gray-coated mangy mutt barks when I glide by on my single speed. And not. It was slated to become a tiny wall for a fecund bed of nose-twisting garlic, a ring … More A pile of bricks is a window into the miracle of life and our sense of home.

“Days”

“Days” The sun traversesthe sky’s arc over sunflowers and sage grasses below the Black Hills.Today expandsthe span past forty thousand days since white men’s blood fed the soil at Little Big Horn. Day passes day.Shame scatters whimpering songs between wind-carved sandstone buttes.Day after daythis proud straight-haired imagineer wishes for an eagle bone flute worked by … More “Days”