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In memory of Rainer Maria Rilke When you called out to your women, they responded by vanishing somewhere into another life. The alchemy of their femininity a deep mystery they entered and you with them, augmented forever by...

My mother bought me a blue captain’s hat when I was a boy, and I remember wearing it on a school excursion, visiting historical monuments on the Floridian shore. What connects that day with this one, on a brilliant morning in...

Standing on your plinth you appear to be greeting us at the edge of the thick Berkshire woods well behind the sculptor’s studio. But it is the gravity that you summon from the very lightness of the air that forces us to...

Never was there anything like the QAnon psycho pyrotechnics with such malfeasance; nor the Trumper’s cold stare provoking yours coming out of the post office; never such hostile and open belligerence in the haughty strut of the...

Remembering you Bittersweet occupation On the best of days And heart wrenching On those tenuous days Like today You are in the clouds That drift by on a Warm summer day You are in the birdsong That cheerfully calls From the...

two years ago tomorrow my heart is braced to see the date on my phone on the schedule on the lunch calendar how could it possibly have been two years now since you left us seems like a day or a week my heart is still tender...

Tittering finches at matins. Owls’ somber notes at vespers. Dazzling long-legged egrets like nuns in black stockings. If thunder is angels roller skating, grackles’ sweeping murmuration, must be angels airing sheets, preparing...

Peepers glory in magnolias, tiny hearts race beneath slicked skin green as spring itself. Piccolo trill – throats swell with incantation, sing down the rain. Moon’s silver disc comes, goes, starlight lost in the inverted dome of...

The first morning of summer, not yet 7 a.m., yellow blouse, blue running shorts, black Brooks Ghosts, silver hair swept back by a turquoise barrette, metal water bottle belted to her waist, the old woman pauses at the lawn with...

I. Rock Harlequin Born from volcanic fallout, basalt wedges, loaves of bread, sliced upright, clay red, iron dusted, framed by hemlock and chestnut oak, a fern and trillium floor; on an outcrop, tucked beneath a broken boulder,...

Angelic Annabelle, who waited two years for college, for her honest understanding to catch up, saw a bear in its nearly quotidian neighborhood forage and reported the excited story at our porch table meal. I, with sixty-plus...