Gray
May 31, 2020
Last night
Some of my city burned
This morning after surveying
The remains
I decided to finish painting
My dining room table: blue
And the chairs
Confederate gray
Irony not...
Thinning
April 4, 2021
This is my garden
And I choose who lives who dies
Perhaps if I had space
I could accommodate more
But this is a tiny yard
And...
Sunflowers
March 13, 2021
One year agoI pressed sunflower seedsGently into soilWatered and waitedThey were small sproutsAs the world shut downAnd life upendedThey had just made...
Capistrano
February 18, 2021
The ice settles inTiny pellets on the stove ventDancing off the deck boardsShrouding the purple winter kaleThere is no space for mourningYou,...
Day One
January 21, 2021
Is anything different?I walk in the warm afternoon lightA lone trumpet singsOn steps where the graffiti has changedI don't like the differenceI...
Journey of the Magi
One of our favorite additions to the church's service for Epiphany is a staged reading of T.S. Eliot's classic poem for Christmas, "Journey of...
Dry Bones at New Year’s
January 1, 2021
If I could saysomethingTo myselfWaking up a year agoThe first morningOn my ownI would say:Don’t be afraidYou are strongerThan you thinkMore capableThan...
Gift
December 7, 2020
Snow is falling in DecemberAnd I take this as a giftLeave early to walk the quiet streetNow half decorated for the seasonThe shouts...
“The Spirit of Haida Gwaii” a Text Poem by Bill Reid
The following is Bill Reid's description of his sculpture, "The Spirit of Haida Gwaii" as dictated to his wife Martine Reid. This "text poem"...
Monsters
Monsters
September 18, 2020
Ruth Bader Ginsberg is dead
And no one is coming to save us
The generation that came and went
Has failed so completely
It’s not worth...
