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Through our eyes, now, this warm lap of timelessness, where I have not been since my first day here, when you took me in, beheld me, and drank me, will anchor me now that you go taking with you that undying love that limitless...

(February) Who’d think these slender stems could pierce gunmetal snow presenting arms through gusts that polarize the hollows of my bones yet here they rise — demure white caps, pure offerings of spring: extended by a...

Mallards paddle among lilies make discontented noises like ducks in the overhead bin of a dream train, odd ducks in a full pond, wings clipped to hold them circling beneath the little arched bridge startled by the cry of...

His problem was women, the rabbis wrote later: seduction, betrayal, snaky worming towards secrets. Women, and borders — lands where dwelt Others no man should pursue. His loves all were Gentile, they noted: ripe thighs of...

If padded hammers striking copper wires comprise desire I find the tune grown thin. That theme has faded into evening air, deformed by metaphor. The body is immortal in the moment only, not arpeggios. Parsed feelings are dumb...

after reading Charles Wright Grackles preen and strut in iridescent robes while starlings skulk in scruffy black — robed priests and federal judges. November defines them: sacred and profane. Cloud dissipates as...

In the woods I hear a high, thin melody, and there is a jiggle of leaves. A White-throated Sparrow flits into view for a moment, vivid and elusive as a dream you reach out for as you wake up…but you only catch its...

Osprey plunges a mirrored surface, white water in tumult as it emerges great dark wings bowed, sun perch writhing in taloned grip. Egrets rise like fluttering hands, and gulls laugh as they loop-de-loop, perfect barrel rolls,...

Folded on the striped sofa, a flower at dusk. Dizzied. Drowsing. Dreaming. Sluggish and sedated, hacking, wheezing, virus bubbling my blood. Creeping to the bathroom. Clinging to the wall. Weepy-eyed. Dry-mouthed. Snot-nosed....

I love my office for the windows because just outside them lives a community of birds and I enjoy the show. We’ve got blue jays, sparrows, cardinals, turtle doves, crows, and my favorite: the hawks. A pair nest in the...

…thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. ~ Joanne Harris Rain reanimates drooping garden as I mope at my keyboard, depressed after a year of isolation, miss literary luncheons with sister poets, long for liberation. I...

I had no idea what would become precious. — Megan Wilcher Memories of my great-grandmother’s Christmas gift: Torrone almond nougat with a silver half dollar. As a teen, trendy gauntness, pierced ears, praise written on...