Truth-telling moon, brightly burn my eyesAs you gaze into my room and my bedLooking for someone who shouldn’t be spiedIn my sheets, in my house, even my life. Look each place you please. Make everything bright,The sun has already look’d at my head.You will never find a trace of that knight.No matter the dreams that…
I’m sorry I’m trying. I’m sorry, I’m trying. I’m sorry. I’m trying. I’m so sorry. I’m trying.
Forty days and five years ago, you said dunsinane would never come to Birnam and a good woman born of a good family would live the life I wanted. you tried to save me from my fate with tragic truth. like a wild-eyed prophet eating honey and locusts, you tried to give me five years…
Someday I will write All the right words That say here What you want to hear illuminating a new thought Though you cannot see. The ocean between us Will shallow And our complicated problems Will become complex With the right words In the right order With the right intonation And intention Materialize as an incantation …
With no grave to visit,no place for my grief.The loss that I feelIs it real, is it? No memorial service.No eulogy to write.Nothing to view,Without this, is it worse? A life lost forever.I can't imagine it's gone.Tears with each songA relationship severed. I still live, without you, by your choice and my need,Without hope for…
For a long time I have regretted my answer to the question I wish I had answered differently Followed intuition and said what I felt What I knew was right What I wanted to say For a long time I have imagined If I had answered differently What would have followed What I would have…
laced together and tied to the cart ready for a new work day the same fields the same plow the beasts were made for suffering they press into the traces in tandem fighting inertia two hearts pounding as one machine to pull the cart into motion and plow the same fields again evenly yoked and…
Where is my loving mother? She is in New Orleans with her friend Where is my fairy godmother? In the mountains with the wind Where is my Mary poppins? In New York seeing shows. Where is my Glinda witch? In the desert and the snow. Where is my artist-teacher? Painting landscapes filled with pine. Where…
He went to the woods to live deepand suck out all the marrow of life. In the Poconos, the bone marrowis served in a white coatby a smiling manwho asks if I’d like the Sancerre again. In my 5/6, sleeps 16, not including couches, 4,000 square foot borrowed homewith stand up paddle boardsand the fireplace…
My God,Why do you forsake me? Why do I not feel your presence in my life? I used to look on the lake and feel the peace like a river in my soul. And now all I see is the depth of the water. It’s higher than it usually is this year. I hear the birds sing and wonder…
