For the first time in monthsit was mild this morningwhen I stepped outside.At least it seemed that wayafter relentless frozen nights and frigid days,the ground in a shroud of snow,the sky a mournfu…
Be thankful for a cool spring,each plant unfoldingat its measured pace,a garland of blossomsand light young leavesadorning the placewhere earth meets sky,brightening themwith its lace.Don’t be impa…
We don’t often thinkbeside a small stream,a brook we can straddle,of the great riverin might become,the oceaninto which it might empty,flowing away clearover its pebbled bed,white fleckeddown a per…
Waiting at a stoplightthis dark December dayI see through the blindsof a brightly lit beauty parlora gray-haired beauticianbrushing the hairof a solitary client.(15 December 1999) The poems are in …
a boy sails his simple craftwith unstudied pleasurewhile an older enthusiast,affecting insouciance,shows off a much fancier model,and each envies the other.(20 November 1999) The poems are in topic…
The marathon is an ego trip. Being smart doesn’t protect us from self-deception. In fact, it may make us more adept at it. Humor is one of the best weapons. The trouble with theory is that it often…
Idlers and lovers,readers and sleepers,clerks in blouses and skirtsor crisp shirts and creased trousers,T-shirted workmen with long hair and tattoos,ebullient salesgirls,bored matrons,boys with omi…
Spread between palisadesof apartment blockslike a lush valley between barren cliffs.Instead of concrete canyons,rustic vistas,as if one had slippedthrough a crevice in space.(20 November 1999) The …
