I dreamt my grandfather died in his brown leather chair and my own father, suddenly found to be there. I held him, I held up his back with my hand. It was ri...

resilience is not always a stiff upper lip it is not always silence sometimes resilience is screaming the throat sore and bruising the hands against the door...

a season, a season sing to yourself a season but to your bones it is deep, deep winter

I. Every day she walks in the door a stranger. II. Even together we touch more air than skin. III. To love the distance is to love yourself as you love her. ...

Calling all gods everywhere — make yourselves useful; cease your petty quibbling and show yourselves. It has appeared that unless you alone (I speak to each ...

love, noun: actually the opposite of what you thought — not the rush of blood to your head, to your heart. not a verb, or at least not a human one, but the r...

when the moderns said each we are only ‘I’ and then we die — i wonder had they ever felt forgiveness? and then, a dear friend whom I love we sat apart in a f...

There was a chance, at that early point, that everything would work itself out, and in the order and manner that I anticipated. “Consequently, he exists…” Th...

To the darkness, I say, do not be otherwise. I will not blaspheme you, friend. I will not sell your soul to stories of hope, nor to any perverse hierarchy of...

i will always trust someone who tells three stories to tell me one truth

What is space were blue instead of black? Would you still fear death? And if the rotted leaves were shown to breathe, The trees upon their oaky knees Divesti...

I think we ought to retire ‘god.’ The name decommissioned and made defunct. People mean so many true things and ‘god’ obscures them. They realize (how could ...

one late afternoon through a window in a room i stand without a golden- willow wind within our garden swept up and through and whirled about the white plumer...

hold to me to my own truth — love is long and round and raucous and shall not hold you down to a name but a way of being to a creed but an agreement to an an...

i ask of the miraculous, be and if you cannot grow a garden and of the transcendent, descend and if you will not grieve with me i ask of the magician, prove ...

Kindness darts like lightning. The man who owned the fourteen motels, before any other could (and others would), he bought a day of peace for the peaceless m...

Often as I walk and think, I pull flowers from stems and stems from branches. Now they are here and there, in the air and in the story. Perhaps this is all w...

A single-page obituary told me more than you ever did. I never made the drive, which perhaps was selfish, perhaps was simply sensible. What is blood but life...

In sun-morning-new-warmth those we call them ‘cats’, and ‘small’ and ‘with a silken grey coat and soft white chest’ but they are not— they have no names. The...

Do I wonder if one language undoes the poet? Do I fear that poetry slays my love? (Yes, yes.) To be unafraid of all words, at all times, for all reasons— thi...