Poems

Homage to Public Enemy Walking out after The Barbie Movie I want to roll in the nearest patch of dirt sink […]

There is always a day in Augustwhen I feel the fall not in full force, just a knock at summer’s doorwith

Cool flakes land sweet tiny gifts as the sky kisses my face, a shy offer of lovefrom an unknown place. Like any

I find myself alone when I enter the hushed housesurprised into stillness by the emptiness.Suspended I linger long enough to

The cow stands broadside, head turned to stare at me an awkward stance she holds for minutes, for centuries,as I

Underneath the snow I know the living lie in waitcontent to doze through short days.Like the marmot,a hibernation champion who

My heart throbs with the news that hospice has come to him, and it awakens me to what it can

We talk of how we are letting our hair be gray, letting ourselves be as we are.Sitting with the old,

I don’t always listen to the woods around me when I hike.Sure, I hear the humph of my shoes hitting