Flawless
Flawless In the next valley over, a bear sleeps beneath the floorboards. Any mother might see her tiny hairless cubs rooting for life in the great furred landscape of her world as a miracle and who would argue? Few create…
Flawless In the next valley over, a bear sleeps beneath the floorboards. Any mother might see her tiny hairless cubs rooting for life in the great furred landscape of her world as a miracle and who would argue? Few create…
Two Owls Two owls filled the valley with sound, like ink dropped in water spreading their tales of voles and justice one, then the other rose into moon-stained air riding on northbound currents like feathered whales, vibrating with songs of…
Pursuit Flanked by magpies, three eagles ride a belly of late winter air, dripping watery trills like chimes chased or by choice we cannot tell they are heading toward the mountains as flute practice begins and the dog sings along…
Fear Stones carry thunder when held, gently like lynx, stalking hare. Underfoot the snow can explode in a misstep filling the forest with grouse sifting the air with feathers. Ease arrives early and late, if at all between bodies and…
Shadows Another raven ruffles night sky feathers in watery sunlight, the kind balanced in ridge-rise for a breathy quarter-tide and from the aspen, looks east, where beams slide south to pool like wax or shadows cast in re-membered poppy and…
Late Fall Against the green, a flash of white like lightning, or a floater. The dogs leap after hare in winter wear a breath between hemlocks, mossy squirrel cone scatter, the mushroomed pale faerie ring. A whiff of magic lingers…
Regaled On the day the moose stopped morning traffic bent under spreading tines and pheromones the dog rolled in a urine-scented wallow. Later, when the clear night’s frost began to soften, freeing the aven’s curl to mark the slanted light,…
Tracks The hardest day with the cadaver wasn’t bisecting eyes, unpeeling genitals, or sawing through skull to the muted corrugated brain within, but dissecting hands. Last night I dreamt of tendon-strung puppets heavily-lined palms, nails chewed to the quick each cut between hands…
Crescent Moon Wolves sang an evening song when the moon was a slender saffron slip not cinema-full over popping buttons and silvered claws but a scissored cut-out in jack-o-lantern glow its hue a match for ripe gooseberry soft skin of…
When Trees Fall Yes of course we make a sound. All of us herehearingwhen you do not. Just this morning (as you slept) every stone spoke in a vibratory roar so loud, the sea responded in kind. Spruce, bark-beetled and…