AnalogWe have swallows in our barn. A week ago I found three broken egg shells underneath one of the nests. My birthday was two days ago. All I can remember from my phone call with Joe is the silences.This morning, I heard the call of nestlings begging for food. The sound is a single note …
Tag Archives: moon
Resurrection
ResurrectionEven our own sun will, one day, leave its ordained round of the skyno longer crossing the Milky Way or shining only on the moon’s bright side.But wandering off into the weedsto lie down and rest,Say to us—no, no you go ahead.In the dark, waiting,time will tumble unstuck from the clock face.We will forgethow to …
in autumn
in autumnyellow moon becomesamber mum becomesquestion of bridges that go nowhere becomessmell of paper, hot out of the printer becomes something golden that was alive just yesterdaybut today smells newly, richly dead. Originally published in Door is a Jar (Spring 2019.)Published on The Laundry Line, Sept 16, 2025.
under the heat dome
under the heat domethere is a Siamese catcrossing the alley.he used to be my catbut he lives with some other woman now.the moon is also a cat—round-faced, old-fashioned, talkative.this moon-cat follows mefrom room to roomas I wanderin the mid-night.heat soaks into my body;curls under my diaphragm; tries to suffocate me.she finds me in my chairnestles …
Bees
Beesin the early fallwhile the bees clean house,I conjure a moon thattastes of fireweed honey,sweet on the tongueand slow on the fingers,it climbs high behindthe hickory tree and hangs in the topmost branches. Published on The Laundry Line, April 1, 2025