Poems

One haiku moment on that pedestrian day, the sun and the sunflower dissolved into density: the universe a second before the Big Bang.  

Roiling, the Pacific laving the stone shore, the midnight moon slap dashed on waves, human voices out of mineral dark baths, naked, birth-ready, and reckless with hope’s question: Can the numinous, wrest from the grasping hands of gasping gods, be rediscovered in...

Smarmy robots do not need solace. No need to be comforted. No grief, they gleam. A third of their time - plugged-in. Batteries do need to be recharged. Wired for warmth, a socket for a friend.

The forest is on fire. We don’t care. Some care. Those with forest houses care. Most don’t, think they care, they must, who wouldn’t, the beauty, the deer, owls in the trees, brown bears lumbering along moss paths. Fish smile in streams. They laugh all wet and smug....

There is no such thing as no such thing. If you can imagine such a thing there is such a thing, existing in your imagination.  

It is what it is, Nothing to brag about, something to mourn. Over eras we learned that more was less, and wouldn’t last, We civilized the indigenous out of their ingenuity. Then we created artificial problems much easier to solve. Alienation was essential. Detestation...

Switching on the radio on my drive home from the store, the sound of fervent self-discipline poured into the car, Alice Sara Ott* embodying a classical tradition. I imagine yearly hours of practice, a child, a piano bench, small hands flying over ivories, mistake...

Water disguises, reforms: tea, ice cubes in tea, salt oceans, the great fresh lake stretched west beyond sand, the alluring office cooler, 24 bottles plastic wrapped, the pool below the diving board, storms and lawn sprinklers, thirst, my own after hiking, the...