spring

Red Stone

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Note- some poems are prompted by a word or a phrase, perhaps an experience. This was suggested by an impossibly beautiful tree deep at the head of the unfortunately named “Negro Bill Canyon” off of the Colorado Rive near Moab Utah.   red stone by the time we reach the top of the canyon we’ve … Read more

Memory

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        Memory   didn’t we kiss for the first time yesterday, on this too brief passage through the invisible gardens of time? the dogwoods   by the old dutch church drop all of their flowers at once, blanketing   the ancient graves with white for a single day each year. memory   … Read more

visitor

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how strange it feels to return as a guest to this city where my children were born to sit above this frozen lake, barely a block from where she squeezed them into the world. chicago ice is harder than ice in the mountains   all blocks and harsh geometries, the cold indifference of the city. … Read more

Ascension

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spring in these mountains is a fibrous season — winter’s age-hardened fingers gripping the land like the hand of a dying man. after every warming day, while the streams run full with the blood of the melt, the moon climbs a constellated sky, and the cold deep of space drops again to harden these hills … Read more