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White Bird

White Bird

Overhead, a flock of Canada geese
cut through chill morning fog
a surprise to start
the day &emdash; but look!
Isn’t that a white goose Continue reading →

The Language of Doves

Love Song I

Love Song I

Wind whispers
starlings flutter
buds unfurl Continue reading →

DISCOVER THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF BABY CRIES

Birds in Black on Wire

Birds in Black on Wire

That’s what the online ad said; I didn’t click on it
because I’m childless, but I suppose knowing
what a baby is really saying could save a lot of time. I’d Continue reading →

MURMURATIONS

A Flock of Kittiwakes, Rissa Sp., Take of from a Cliffside Rookery

A Flock of Kittiwakes, Rissa Sp., Take of from a Cliffside Rookery

rising
like a black tide borne
on northern currents Continue reading →

The Empress

"The Empress" by Susanna Viale

"The Empress" by Susanna Viale

Without her I would be
a particle of dust
settling on a concrete slab. Continue reading →

Lovecrest

Tender Passion by Talantbek Chekirov

Tender Passion by Talantbek Chekirov

Stretching to meet
him in
blueshale shadows
black lines
chalky edges
~dimension
dalliances
as I swallow Continue reading →

Sequoias

Heavy Fog Hangs Over Split Rail Fences in Early Morning

Heavy Fog Hangs Over Split Rail Fences in Early Morning

Once red sentinels:
tree titans of sylvan peace
reduced to two blocks of wood…
(we) communing in whispers
mouthpiece of wind
Time split us cleanly:
With the blinding light
o’ His blade ever dim?
She and I
sitting on a split rail fence
–no pioneer past
to pack a pipe
and smoke about
by stout men, with sun-
etched crows’ feet, Continue reading →

Westercheck Girl aka my student, Wendy

Little Girls Face Next to Classroom Chairs

Little Girl's Face Next to Classroom Chairs

On an ordinary day
in my
otherwise docile classroom
the calm ends
as the familiar storm
air perfumed purple, as with lilacs
swirls darkly into being:
Westercheck girl
drumming up
drama with
her tattoed
pupils
and angry Continue reading →

The Birthday Party

Waiting For the Party by Antonio Sgarbossa

Waiting For the Party by Antonio Sgarbossa

Before answering the door

you’ll know to turn one more time,

having come this way before.

There, at the threshold,

you breathe the winds of both frontiers,

the one behind, the one ahead,

and know the difference between

day and night, the line that separates

the shoulder and the road.
Continue reading →

Number Twenty-Two

Various Patients in Waiting Room of a Health Clinic

Various Patients in Waiting Room of a Health Clinic

Your attention please.
There is no spitting here.
Take a number and a chair.

Will the old woman in the red blouse
and gray wool skirt lower her voice.

There is no saving of seats.
Will the two women fighting for a chair
report to the guard’s booth immediately.
There is no gashing of faces here. Continue reading →