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Days grow shorter; nights grow colder. North winds blow, and leaves rain down in cascades of color. A skein of geese cries out goodbye, leaving behind an empty sky. In the garden, withered blossoms hang on dead and dying stems,...

The field grass stood so tall the deer trampling through left a maze of hidden trails. But now it hugs the ground, battered by rain and wind, buried under ice and snow, forming intricate tunnels where mice, voles and kin can...

The bees have returned to the orchard. Listen! You can hear their gossip as they travel from blossom to blossom.

As if God had touched His thumb there, pressed poetry into my thoughts, made a way to hear His voice inside as well as out. Hair pushed high off my forehead, I can see it so clearly in the mirror, small, centered and slanting...

Blue-eyed boy with the scarred mouth keeps his hair like fire pulled into the braids of his home— the braids of his enemies. Venom-burned shoulders tell of the years spent letting them control, betray, blame him until he broke...

Used to think myself Geppetto in the mouth of the whale, salt-white stripes painted along the half-lit path of yellow lights. Twenty-five years old now and still, I watch for the way the world shifts to black and white when I’m...

Sounds like the day the music died. We sit in my honors class, Material Culture and the Built Environment, and watch as the rooftop collapses. The fire crackles and I flinch. At home, my sister cries, and I think of her voice...

Through haphazard openings I penetrated you, stimulating you. I pooled, settling in a fallen leaf deep on the forest floor. You do not seek me anymore, though cloud-filtered light makes my evaporating surface shine. I’m cupped...

Wind wakes wings of bees buzzing in harmony in the trees. In stillness, golden beads of honey drip from the white comb dwelling, sweetening a leafy layer cake around my feet that stroll with a sugar...

It must be some sort of measure for fame, Don’t you think, whenever the public gets a joke That features a person’s proper name. You know all about this one: Who is buried in Grant’s Tomb? Ba Dum Ching. A prominent man in the...

Time for visits moved in chunks, Its clock the calendar, a three-state distance In several hours driving, the kids asleep. Over some rivers and around some woods To parents/grandparents’ house we’d go. There was always the...

I came down to the water here throughout the winter long To simply see a raft of migrant scaup, Through chill and ice, and darkness during dusk and dawn. I wondered how they could stand the coldness Of the water just to be with...