Monthly Archives: January 2017

The pike and largemouth bass lurk under the thickened, layered, patina-green ice—dark shadow-silhouettes until, we hope, they will latch onto our metallic lures, and show us their dead-pan eyes, their odd, flat faces—that look of shock and hunger for the … Continue reading →

There’s no fragrance to winter rain.  Not like in the summer when it mixes with the smell of fresh-cut grass and the color green imbued with morning light. That inch-worm, chartreuse color of April when buds first begin to unfurl. When things … Continue reading →

Place the objects related to the beloved, the lost, the untrusted, the mistaken, the shouldn’t-have-taken-the-pills, shouldn’t have left again, given in, cut off the wings, mistrusted, re-trusted—in the House that should be as detailed as possible. The structure:  a castle, … Continue reading →

There are too many layers to examine properly. One by one, thin skins rip one’s face and fingers down to delicate flesh flowers, reminding we can’t forget apertures. The stutter of thunder, the shutter of wind and shadow. I am … Continue reading →

AFFIRMATIONS  [1] No one was left standing at the edge of the battle. The men, horizontal, wept in fox holes. The sky sings rain to green and clean us. I sent you many letters, 26 to be exact, A-Z. Why … Continue reading →

Many nights I sit on the banks of the shore at high tide to listen to the waves as if they are train tracks echoing a return. I sit and wait for the empty indigo pages to be written upon again. When he will … Continue reading →

the winter House cage of bones aches to be fleshed back from its rusted sculpture left out in the snow &  ice too many seasons without words touch or sun just the Artic winds ripping the core hollow at the … Continue reading →

A. Have I once again miraculously turned the corner of belief, climbed out? And for how long this time before the trap-door snare descends to snap the neck back under the forest? So terrifying and cruel the way it just … Continue reading →