Ikebana
Today, I get what I measure: the word I woke to, a day that starts without me. Outside, amongst heady warming blaze- bursts of mum, antiseptic sweet breeze off the rose bush, into a ceramic mug […]
Time
Falling Back
Something shifts in that in-between November light– sends questions of color, cold and time through my body. The birds sleep. Am I mistaking morning for gloaming? Perhaps the other way around? Something in my lungs remembers: The leaves have fallen, snow is coming. I changed my clock. “Falling Back” first appeared in Winter […]
Portrait of a Couple on the Grass
on a photograph of George and Mary Oppen They have survived one another. The earth holds them the way it holds children: gladly and curiously affected. His silver head piles its years on her lap. His body seems borrowed, already an absence. Her right hand maps his temples, his forehead. What […]