A little over two years ago, in January, I wrote a covid-adjacent poem about a gimpy deer we’d see from time to time in our backyard. A...

Nice that they call April Poetry Month (also Autism Month and Occupational Therapy Month among who knows how many other designations). In...

Breakfast on the porch, a Saunders Bros. peach in my cereal, thought to share a poem derived from a long defunct peach orchard in...

A few years later back at Yosemite the taste of ash at the throat blackened hills, smoke rising from the singed crowns of towering...

For example, Daddy sent me out with a willow switch I didn’t need to nudge the old Herefords back to the barn. Dawdling along a fence...

Somehow had never visited the Green Mountain State, but spent the past week there giving lectures and touring around. Oh my how beautiful!...

#covid #nature #poem

Dawns on me that the day may soon come when central Virginia will see a winter without snow, and then another, and then before long snowy...

They sit in wheelchairs, holding hands, discussing this new thing they’ve done together, falling. He’d bent to catch her fell himself...

Buddy splashing in the creek behind our house turns up an arrowhead stubby quartz chipped to fit a twig pierce a buck’s tawny hide. There...

Seem to have reached the age where we're dropping like flies. This poem: We say “passed” as if they’d tossed a football. Some use...

Out here in the desert the summit just a snaggle-tooth in a granite gumline. Anyone, they say, can reach the peak of peaks though the air...

(On surprising a neighbor lady at play.) Do they matter anymore the inclinations of age? If she stoops with a groan and grit at the knees...

Have been tweeting two poems a day, all in the style of Sappho, and posted the last one in the collection just now at...

Came upon a trio of opossums (why that first o, I’ll never know) digging in the compost pile behind the house yesterday and by the time I...

By the end of the week, will have posted all 100 Sappho-inspired poems in honor of Ms. Taylor on Twitter. Posting here an especially...

#Poem #snow

With both boys home again zooming school, we talk about this corona year and its hardships, and I bore them at dinner recalling my own...

It’s all in how you look at it, isn’t that what they say? Not what you say, it’s how you say it, and even then, who can say? On a...

At first it seemed real, the sound snow makes in falling or some deep night tune, awakened at the hoot of an owl. But it’s with me now...