Species of Dust
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. /
White dust of finger-bones, milled in flesh /
Pestles, and the ...
An ad’s gone out in the village pages /
for Minor God of Incandescent Rages. /
Likewise sought is someone ...
Need a picture for the obit
In their wedding photos, /
my mother resembles a doll of herself, /
painted and straw-thin in tablecloth lace, / ...
My Old Man
“Get a job,” he used to say /
when I was up till midnight, /
red-eyed, nervous, burnt out, /
cramming for ...
I hope to retire in the village /
of heavy-headed children, /
the off-balance boys and girls /
who run with ...
Someone tore the hands off a big round clock, familiar /
as a classroom clock & abandoned it in the weeds / ...
Land then Water
The cheque refuses to be cashed without being thanked first. /
One cow has skidded down the meadow and tipped over. ...
Always start with poems about places /
that sing themselves as if they were a whir /
of mid-august heat bugs. ...
Herons on the Ice
Having had their summer, swum, fished and plunged /
deeply in their chosen waters, these old birds /
have woken ...
New Year’s Eve fireworks at the Forks
River and bridge /
and things that hover over: /