Road

He was making good time on the margin of night. He was traveling fast on trips down the road. The road was straight. No voices came across the wire. The …

Hear

Smell is the one. You can grasp the salt- stung sea edge. Find the beloved’s hair across any room. Rub five-petalled yellow cinquefoil under the nose in Arctic sun. Now …

New Snow

There is no time. We exist in a white bowl stung with light. The day comes to us every minute. Tonight we will walk to the pond to skate. There …

Joy Lost, Then Restored

Walk around town singing. Is Wassail a cup? The days are cold as buried iron but watch the light advance by minutes every day. For six months sun will be …

Blizzard

Locked inside your cheek are hot needles. The horizon turns upside down. Where do your feet go, putting the ground to sleep? The world disappears. Singing starts, but it is …

We Wanted to Be

Here we are at the edge of the river. Eagles high in the trees watch for fish. On one side is the world. On one side is the bright rift …

Leipzig

Here is the concerto in D-minor. He needs to unlock the very world. Harmonics explode in each spin. The sparks always find him. Each staff is an uncovering. Tracking first …

Calendar

Plot does not work for me. Beginning, middle, or end. Fit them together like toes on a foot. Mouths open to speak. Information can help. You can ask, but questions …

The End of Fall

Put away the tin soldiers. Line up your schoolbooks. Here comes the world. I know clouds, the leaf-strewn air. The crows are gathering. Mail arrives on horseback. Light will end …