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To the Ghosts of Glen Coe
Sleep, you brave, you innocent, you warriors and women strong. Dread William’s days are now all spent, and memory is long. On the glen, the snow lies deep, as once it lay those years ago, the night it...
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Failed Words – A Love Song
I wrote a poem for you full of complicated metaphor and abstract terms philosophising on beauty and love and the relationship between an ocean wave and the curve of your eyelashes or your flawless brow...
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Black Flower – a (very old) poem
Dug this out of the back of a journal and it made me laugh so much I had to share. I don’t even really remember what it was supposed to be about. I think it was a prophecy or something, supposed to be...
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Of trees – a poem
Deep ghost-groves of freckled aspen burn white beneath the winter sun, whisper hoary adulation, canticles for the Holy One. And in the trees, the spirits dance betwixt the motes of starry snow...
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Ashes – a Lenten poem
In mourning, in grieving, we wear ashes on our brows - for what in our lives is worthy? for what in our lives is just? We march forward without moving and strive without doing and search without...
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Parallels – a Lenten poem and reflection
Of what use are symbols? Dumb objects, bereft of life - of what use an image, dead-eyed and heartless? Of what use the cross, a statue, an icon? You shall worship no graven image. Of what use a...
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The Bay Laurel and the Bird – a poem
The human animal is, in truth, a vine. It puts down roots and sends out shoots and flourishes in the sun. It clings to its brick and mortar, extends runners to embrace the walls. It knows the soil and...
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Verso XX – a poem
The crosswalk is clear and the light is red, but the woman on the corner stands still and watches the clouds roll north. Eyes close as the first drops touch her, and she stops her music to listen to...
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Verso XXIX – A Poem (excerpted from the poetic ethnography I’m working on)
At times, I regret my etic perspective, with its hues of fish-belly, ceviche and flour tortillas, white on white. I will always be warned: “You know that’s really spicy, right?” by those concerned for...
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Verso XXXIV – a poem (excerpted from my poetic ethnography)
Traditionally, noon was the time of siesta. Now only a moment of exhaustion remains, a moment of silence, an instant of closed eyes. This is not true rest.
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Penguin – A Poem
If words had wings, mine would not fly - water is more my element than air, and flying feels far too much like falling. Let me glide, flow, and with wings like blades cut through conversation. Eagle I...
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Thankful – A Poem
I can feel in my veins life thrumming a quiet tune with the taste of Joplin There is sun outside and the soles of my feet grow into the ground Breath comes fast then slow someday stops when I shall...
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Eyes Closed – a poem
Breaths of cool autumn on my skin, and the smell of younger days: cranberry, pumpkin, spice I cannot at present name. The house creaks with the wind outside. I am present, wholly so. A rare occurrence,...
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Teacher – a kitschy wee poem
A teacher’s a treasure impossibly rare, an expert who’s taken the time out to care She gives of herself through the hours and years - her wisdom and laughter, her knowledge, her tears Her brain is a...
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Three years – a poem
The years have passed, and voices slowly fade from recollection, though not yet from dreams – I know I heard you call me as I laid myself beneath the flood of stars agleam and closed my eyes, and...
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Aquifer – a poem
I am far away but the sky is very near and the earth smells of life and limestone My feet caked with white dust and oak pollen stretch deep to find water.
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Summertime releases!
As the academic year is winding down, my writing year is heating up.The two volumes that have been in the works for so long, creeping along at a snail’s pace, are finally ready and on their way....
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Versos release is tomorrow!
And I am excited! You can pick up your Kindle copy on Amazon here. The paper edition will be appearing there sometime tomorrow. XV The schoolyard is a place of dust, apple cores, chamoy, salty and...
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Versos is here!
In digital and paperback. And the really extraordinary thing… It’s Amazon’s #1 new release in Place Poetry! How about that? Must be because it’s my birthday.
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