Back Cove
The cordgrass blurs to gray suggestion.Eiders merge—dark smudges on darker water.The cove’s edge wavers, uncertain. I know the herring gull is thereby sound: the measured drop and crack,shell against rock,…
Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother
I was going out the back door of the hall,into the sugar pine evening air,after my talk on familyand poetry. Someone had askeda question about loyaltyand decency. And up untilthis…
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation
Wait no I haven’t—I haven’t seen anyone because the forests are on fire and I have asthmaI’m allergic to grass, to pavement, to microplastics, to being perceived,to most plants, to…
Frankenstein’s Creature, Persuaded to Get Down
It’s hard for me to dance—my hoof-foot’s from a dairy cow,ankle from the farmer’s neighbor three years later. Funny story,tell you when we’re not drowned out by surging bass. My…