From the Book - First paperback edition.
Little shields, in starlight
Morning in the bowl of night
He didn't raise hand or voice
Fixed shadow, moving water
Somewhere, right now, a hawk
While night still keeps us
As the rain comes down harder
Like the sweet wet earth itself
Blurry finally in too soon each of us
Only portions of the map still legibly survive
Entire known world so far
Night comes and passes over me
Selected poems, 2007-2020
Now in our most ordinary voices
The grass not being flesh, nor flesh the grass
Immaculate each leaf, and every flower
So the mind like a gate swings open
Black swan on water, in a little rain
The strong by their stillness
Faintly, with falling stars
Not the waves as they make their way forward
What I see is the light falling all around us
From pale colors in a tall field
On being asked to be more specific when it comes to longing
Pale colors in a tall field
For nothing tender about it
A little closer though, if you can, for what got lost here
Is it true all legends once were rumors
Overheard, under a dark enchantment
Star map with action figures
Dangerous only when disturbed
To lie down. To wear nothing at all.
And swept all visible signs away
Honest in which not gently
Soundtrack for the frame of winter
Star map with action figures