February 2014

  • pantoum

         if i could, this is what i would tell you how the shutters cut light into slices pale blades on the ceiling and walls how it cuts off your voice in my dream   how the shutters cut light into slices how i wake in a cushion of fog how it cuts off… Continue reading

  • My Journal

    I am writing again, and doing several projects; too many, probably. Online, I'm doing  The Documented Life Project and Tangie Baxter's Art Journal Caravan and Symbology Project. I'm behind in all of these. In real life I'm taking two poetry classes through the  through the MOLLI Program at the University of Montana. I missed the first two sessions of both, made the next… Continue reading

  • because (a middle-of-the-night poem)

      because of how wind bends trees in the courtyard   because chickadees and nuthatches break seeds on the branches   because our brains change what we see   because we are pattern- making creatures   because sleep is elusive and dreams opaque   because the cat purrs on my shoulder   because memory is… Continue reading

  • Death is Unkind

        Death is unkind to the living. It hollows us out, leaves us stumbling, pretending there is ground under our feet. How is it possible to be a vacancy, yet so full of grief?                   for Sheryl Noethe      Continue reading

  • Writing, Poems, Poetry

                      I am trying to reclaim my interior life, the life that generates poems. For too long, exterior life has intruded, welcome as some of those intrusions have been.  I'm slowly returning to old habits: writing my dreams when I wake; morning pages; reading poems. And I'm taking… Continue reading