Thursday, March 28, 2024

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...

Poetry

Faithful

Ice Storm

Monsters

Sunflowers

Book Review