Poetry

Night Sky with Donald Trump If I put him beneath a sky full of stars, stood him without phone or tablet, landline or screen, broke his connection with the vast Twitterverse to which...

Haiku Haiku haiku moment — most pure before words form   swallowing cherry blossoms… will I compose haiku with a japanese heart?   loon skimming still lake above its own image —   wordless poem   soul of...

Ocean I’ve got insomnia again. I lay awake for hours, listening to the fan whirl as my thoughts swim round and round to you. You’re six hours behind so when I can’t sleep we text, the...

Caught in the gusting wind, a swallowtail flutters ahead. The lights are red for eight lanes in each direction, leaving a vast emptiness at the heart of the intersection, except for a few...

Grandgirl, you are in my bed now, and in all of it. You are horizontal and your soccer feet are planted like oaks on the far side. Your head...