Poetry
Sun Trail
Look. The poppiesthey are at it againexploding on thehills with their deepyellow flames andsupple hearts.…
Poetry
A Serious Frivolity
Savoring the substanceof existenceis a seriousfrivolity.Someone must do it. Someone must loveluminous hours when leavesmarry…
Poetry
Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,
like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,flapping their rusty hinges, and something about…