The Back Fence, 4 PM
The shadow of the feeder dangles slant from today’s gold dwindling scaffold. Winged jots record, on radiant boards, birds fanning and declining to the feeder. Smoke suspended…
last morning
The very light here hesitates. Only a few green fringes fingering the still, green hour move. "Here" is an aperture where every pulse unhinges awe. Everything waits…
In the Forest at Dawn
Behind dark leaves, its velvet shines – hints, streaks. It stratifies night's margins, almost undefines the darkness, stealing without noise. Now tawny striae slip across trunks of…
Reading Genesis Anew
“The book of Genesis begins with the emergence of Being in a burst of light and ends with the death and burial of a bitter, homesick old…
Poverty in the House of Amyclas
The strong, the rich, the proud, and the empowered can batter down my door, but they will find me unalarmed and leave me still endowered with the…