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Fugitive My life is running away with me; the two of us are in cahoots. I hold still while it paints dark circles under my eyes, streaks my hair gray, stuffs pillows under my dress. In each new room the … Continue reading →

How Do I Know When a Poem Is Finished? When you quietly close the door to a room the room is not finished. It is resting. Temporarily. Glad to be without you for a while. Now it is time to … Continue reading →

When Giving Is All We Have                                             One river gives                                            Its journey to the next. We give because someone gave to us. We give because nobody gave to us. We give because giving has changed us. We give because … Continue reading →

The Giver of Stars Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled coolness, That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest, Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed … Continue reading →

I Could Let You Go as if opening a crepe sail on a raft of linden downriver with no glacial cut swerve down soft like bourbon if I could ask the waters then to chop to shake an apology when … Continue reading →

Each year I snap the twig to try to trap the springing and I relearn the same lesson. You cannot make a keepsake of this season. Your heart’s not the source of that sort of sap, lacks what it takes … Continue reading →