The Kitchen Window
When the view is not enough from the kitchen window,
poetry
Autumnal Ghazal
Tungsten filaments of birch resist the wind:
The Wineglass
Your bottom lip smudged along the rim of
Beach glass
At the edge of the hayfield
Red Truck
This morning a bear dead by the side of the road.
Flurry
What did you expect?
Sweetwater Road
Riding east with you in the dark
The reservoir
Years ago you sent me a poem in which
Pieta (from Disseverings)
Stone repose found in another's,
Silver and Gold
Christmas Day, 2000
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Current Issue: No. 301
