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Devotions Meanwhile, rut-tugged moose press against velvet sky dens sounding hoofed ridges  into aspen-tined bends,…

Ocean Sound I left the mountains for ocean sound. Every year I do this, chasing…

Summer Bones It must have happened with my back turned to the sea, head full…

Hunger On a zipper catch breath they slipped  from the trees, moving as meadow. Three…

June This isn’t a poem about joy, but of what grows around it. A vining…

Hello! I’m so glad you’re here. Habit suggests I post a new poem tonight. Instead,…

When the Woodpecker Knocks Even the young dogs answer when the woodpecker knocks, tapping  at…

Follow Spring presses in, circling my ribbed fences, leaping easily to merry mud-track across the…

Cranesong So it turns out  falling stars aren’t suns gone dark but rocks on fire,…

Tribute It was how shadows in blue branches made tributaries  across snow. I paused, not…