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Back in the 90s, a crate of parrots was shipped to New York from South America. As in every horror movie, they escaped, their cries drowning out even rush hour traffic. They built nests big as the Buicks parked below, beside...

Once, walking toward a trailhead, I glanced at a pasture, horses skittish as if stalked by a wolf pack. By the fence, four buzzards, black wings folded, heads together, as if reminiscing about the foal, down but still twitching:...

Crows murderous in song and story: Along with the wild dogs and wolves, crows were the only real winners in The Iliad, feeding on the fallen. In an English folksong, two crows speculate on their next feast: a knight murdered by...

Fold the flowered nightgowns, limp now, without form. The same for robes and soft sleeping caps, warm when chemo stole rich crown of hair. Put away scribbled notes, lists of movies unseen. Discard nurses’ numbers; pack away the...

If the time is right, go to the mountaintop; let your song rise and intertwine with starshine; let it lift the world’s heavy heart. Split tradition; let its layers splinter like shale. From what remains make something new. This...

Come see for yourself, you say. Anna would be pleased. My heart stumbles over its rhythm, loses count of its beat. How easily her name rolls from your tongue, a landslide tumbling toward my home’s thin walls. It’s your garden...

A cloud’s parabolic arc latches onto the son’s glowing globe and lifts it above the horizon. It is this daily pulling that raises us from the night of cares and smog of our souls. It is this march of an hour into the clear air,...

This land of the big exhalation spaces its hay bales like hobbit villages. Descendents of sod people do not take well to stricture, to change, that in the sweep of a winter blizzard makes tomorrow unlikely. Here the scream of...

Like the evening glow of a portside town slumbering about its quiet harbor luminescence ripples across embers translucent before the worn fire brick paving memory’s avenues. Leagues ago a boy’s passion meant building fires of...

Better to eat a ball of iron Hot as flames of fire Than to be immoral and uncontrolled. Don’t let the moment escape you. Those who miss the moment regret it When they’re consigned to a hell world. Dhammapada 308, 315 And...

The largest I’d ever seen pokes his sharp-eyed head into blades of grass today, slurps up an earthworm half the length of a brown shoelace in a single movement before he moves on to a distant part of the lawn too far for me to...