street preacher
the hooker…
Month: March 2011
Float
Thousands, perhaps millions,…
almost no delta
at the mouth…
lamplight…
my shadow…
Lent
On
the
ceiling
above
my
bed…
on a bare twig rain beads …
iridescence
of the dogwood…
winterlight
a blur of birdsong…
slipping in
beneath the …
a jarful of coins
from faraway…
low tide
we run through
the…
drizzle and mud—…
through the skylight
only…
gleam of cattails and a high…
the news
no one wants……
his recent poem
carves a …
black cattle
among the trees…