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Poem for the first sunny day in Seattle

Posted on May 4, 2017 by

How the underside of the crow’s wings glowed when it was dusk and the light dropped so slow from the sky a two-hour cue and the spaces between the leaves went from peach to pink, and all about, a tapestry … Continue reading →

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Now my heart is full

Posted on May 2, 2017 by

Perhaps our hearts are different sizes like cups made by joining palms, closing seams— we don’t know their size until they’re empty or full and even then, it’s unclear: their only job is to hold, a place to store things … Continue reading →

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Winter’s playground is closed for the season

Posted on March 29, 2017 by

If you were to look back through a hole at your life, if it were like a kaleidoscope when held to the light, the days would fold in on themselves and combine, and collapse to form a frame called “your … Continue reading →

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Just because you put it in a book doesn’t make it any better

Posted on March 20, 2017 by

On that last day of winter the sun finally came out, and though the cars and rooftops were covered in frost I walked to the far fields with my coffee where there’s still horses, on Rock Meadow Farm. It was … Continue reading →

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The force of the light is the theme

Posted on March 4, 2017 by

How soothing at the lake, the water pooling in. Birds and kid sounds, a gull burrowed down, a helicopter seed- pod’s propeller spinning, brown: I watched it all the way, thought I could stay here all day, on the seam … Continue reading →

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I sat on the edge of my hot tub naked

Posted on February 26, 2017 by

I sat on the edge of my hot tub naked toweling off five minutes to four and thought one day I will look back on this and remember it better than it is now.

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The month’s last Saturday’s gift is gray

Posted on February 25, 2017 by

Oh for these last gray days and new moons. For Orion’s belt in the north, in the night. For our yard leaning on its side and the papery brown fronds hanging down. For the milky sun and messy watercolor blues, … Continue reading →

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