April 2013

  • Snapshot Poem | 22 April 02013

      In the late evening, when I go to close the shutters, I see the cold moon in the eastern sky. Snow, still, in shadowed places. My dog is going deaf. He takes the stairs with care. The cat, startled, leaves bloody slashes along my arm. I scar easily. I wrap myself in my house,… Continue reading

  • Ode to April (poem)

                  The waxwings have come and gone.             Blue stars open in the garden, a blue             deeper than dusk. Seasonal worries             are still a ways off: flooding rivers,             drought in the fields, fire in dry woods.             Fire leaping across the tops of trees,             toward town. For now, as distant             as World War III, and as close.… Continue reading