“un-memories”

  In my latest book, The Comet’s Tail: A Memoir of No Memory, I ponder the nature of memory–what we remember, what we forget, how our identities are built by and shaped by memories.  While I can’t recreate any single memory into a perfect film of the past, I can stare at the open sky of […]

The Perils of Bedtime Reading

With A Brief History of Time occupying the top spot of my pile of bedside books, I’ve had space and time on my mind lately. So, four poems (small input, I know) toward a unified theory of the universe. The Sky’s Version of Truth So what about the laziness of light, taking its sweet old time […]

Not entirely idle

Happy Fall! Here’s a poem from Nomad’s End, published by Finishing Line Press. Purchase a personalized signed copy of the chapbook by clicking here . I’ll pick up the shipping! Occupation of Autumn Afternoon on the last day of September begins with sun shifting across the tiara of sky. The equinox has passed and autumn carefully […]

Late Comers

A poem from Nomad’s End, published by Finishing Line Press, 2010. Amateurs What logic is in the spray of water on our faces as the speed boat takes us to shore in the late September evening. Our crew moves along volcanic wreckage—a cast-iron skillet melted and covering the land with a thick, black sheath. Retracing […]

Before Your Train Leaves

A poem from Nomad’s End, published by Finishing Line Press, 2010.   Before your train leaves a handful of minutes need to morph into their shape, crust like atoms becoming a molecule and tell a story with thrift. No time to dawdle. Back-story, established by your eyes, advances the plot, though I am more interested […]

Thinking

The Thinker as Poet Aus der Erfahrung des Denkens —Martin Heidegger How like a           whisper the wind engaging the cup of my ear. How like a shout       these echoing passages filter northwest to southeast. How like a growl      the rustling leaves request channel from shadows to true […]

From Nomad’s End, Finishing Line Press, 2010 Before Your Train Leaves a handful of minutes need to morph into their shape, crust like atoms becoming a molecule and tell a story with thrift. No time to dawdle. Back-story, established by your eyes, advances the plot, though I am more interested with the syllables of touch […]

Until Nomading Ends

Giving up the shell can be hard, but so worth it. After nomading, we find home. Abandonment Naked, the crab forgets his hermit ways, creeping in the oyster underworld, brushing against minnow fins and ugly red claws, until nomading ends, and a home, spiraled in calcium, appears. A watery cosmos of green awaits the refugee […]

Nomad’s End

Morning and evening rains bring the last of the laurel blossoms to rest on a wet, wet earth. In between drops, I wander down to the stream at Nomad’s End and played with the new camera.

Solitaire

This poem was first published in Nomad’s End, Finishing Line Press, 2010 Solitaire On the long way home from the bus stop, kicked-up leaves gather in the trenches along the side of the dirt road pushed together by moving cars and people walking. Overhead, camouflaged by their uniformity, birds meander the sleek birches as a […]