Meadowbrook

Dragonflies fucking And prairie grass rattling And coneflowers bending Over the narrow pathway As the early morning Breezes blow across Continue reading →

Blue Danube

I found the last plate From my mother’s every-day dishes I used to think they were fancy But they were Continue reading →

Playful

The tea comes streaming Out of my playful pot with the abstract rose making a delightful splashing sound as it Continue reading →

Peak

It’s nearly impossible to write About the garden in July Bursting like a pirate’s chest Under a searing sky Just Continue reading →

8:30, Sunday July 11

It’s 8:30 on Sunday morning I dreamed a flock of cardinals Had settled in my front garden Bright crimson droplets Continue reading →

8:30, Saturday July 10: Trash

It’s 8:30 on Saturday morning And I am thinking about trauma After hearing that Representative Kim’s Blue suit Will be Continue reading →

8:30 Friday July 9

8:30 Friday morning It’s as cool as September The early harvest Of green beans, mint, and parsley Wet with silver Continue reading →

8:30 Wednesday July 7

It’s 8:30 on Wednesday morning The early light drifting into the house Grey with the low clouds A juvenile cardinal Continue reading →