Category Archives: Poetry

You know how it is when you are going along a road you drive every day and you top a rise just as late golden light floods the long valley ahead. Sometimes a glamor is cast over the ordinary world, … Continue reading →

I profess to not be a fan of winter, dreading its coming all fall. But I forget its allure, its beguiling purity and clarity until one morning it suddenly transforms everything. Epiphany Snow The first real snow falls on Epiphany, … Continue reading →

After 911, I remember a child psychologist stressing how important it was, when children were watching the Twin Towers fall over and over again in the media, to explain to them that it only happened once and was not still … Continue reading →

To be taken seriously as a poet, sometimes you have to swim into deeper waters, reckon with the whichness of what and unscrew the inscrutable. Digging into Metaphysics What makes humans human–imageof God? Featherless biped? What?  Some say “the animal … Continue reading →

All kinds of music gets stuck in the top of my mind: pop tunes, carols, hymns, blues. I walk to their refrain for half a day, then pass on to something else. But some music wraps around the brain stem, … Continue reading →

EarthSky News explains Genesis In the beginning,after the Big Bang,stars in clustersformed invisibleto one another throughdense hydrogen gas.Space was opaque.And darkness was uponthe face of the deep. Starshine slowly ionizedthe gas, turning it clear.First one, then manyglimmers could be seen. … Continue reading →

After years of benign neglect, I’ve been spending time and money in the nurseries and garden tool departments of the hardware store. And I find that working in the garden feels satisfying solid in comparison to the airier pursuits of … Continue reading →

While helping a friend clean out her house in preparation for a cross-country relocation, another helper asked me if I had ever published a particular poem in one of my books. I had read it live on-air for the January … Continue reading →

I started this poem Sunday, before snow fell upon the daffodils of today’s haiku. But even a foolish hope is better than none. I have this notion that wisdom is more for the brain, whereas the heart is given to … Continue reading →

Snowflakes are fallngon seventeen daffodilsbeside the old well