All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
But each leaf is fringed with silver.
Contaminated water is one of the leading health risks, but residents also face harm to mental health.
In the predawn of Monday, I woke, dream-heavy
with a feeling of fate—like memory, but more
like remembering forward
YouTube is full of mini-documentaries on how other animals express love for one another, and remember the kindness paid to them by human beings after years of living in the wild.
I stopped in front of
the silence of all that distance
of my country being erased
He’s a poet he’s a picker he’s a prophet he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
26 people
were killed in the 2012 Sandy Hook school massacre,
among them a first grader whose father was later
confronted by a man who said it was all a hoax
Is his name really Colt Gray? The name sounds like fiction. Glancingly, I looked at pictures and a white woman’s face comes into my mind with the age 53. A … Continue reading →
Today grief is a long steady rain
When people are distanced from land, they lose the intimate knowledge necessary to be effective stewards.
Into the ripening
Of earth’s great gifts
The mists of autumn
Begin to be woven.
He was a gentle man because he knew he could kill someone.
After 33 years in federal prison, 22 of which spent in extreme solitary confinement, Jack Powers embarks into a modern world, journeying across the Northeast to start a new life.
The lizard’s throat, held bloated for a fly,
Balloons but warily from this throbbing perch.