another gray morning I wake              from a dream of the end                          of the world it comes  without warning the alarm              a deafening buzz as all                          the bees in the world  die in a hum at the end              of it… Continue reading

  once I imagined the bellall the rest came easilythe young man in the burgundy coatlilies tolling their scent in the gardenpale moon over narrow streets, it alldreamt itself into tall dark treesshivering with sparrows and wind the wind in the shuttersthe nervous courtyardsomething sacred at the altarthe pale child in her ghost dressthe book… Continue reading

  I want to tell you  how spring feels in Alaska, next  to the sea, with aspen & cedar with eagles & gulls.    I want to tell you  how spring feels here, beside  the river, with spruce  & pine, with robins & crows. I want    to tell you how  this sky stretches  between… Continue reading

  sleep in grief wake in grief       grief at the doorstep   ~sb january 2021 Continue reading

  How does the writer's brain work? It is a bewilderment to me, why it must be this particular word, or that particular image. How is it that now, in this time of several national and global crises, I emerge from sleep holding to this juxtaposition:      i wake      my face is… Continue reading