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Northern New Mexico I sense in sun’s first frost breath their eagerness. My crown’s rose-plated gold this morning signals it’s time. Some will fly east. Others will settle in my shadow. They will age, and in aging, renew me, as...

How did the humble geometry survive, atop a ridge of hundred-mile views, alone, severed from its once indivisible self, the high blue-washed plains?   Inviolate, save wind, it waits…voiceless, lost to memory, a patch of...

I am, in the moment’s mindless rhythm, far from perfect.   Far from escaping, for the two of us, a six-second quake of perfection.   Six seconds to stir life’s beginning, middle and end.   Six seconds to unravel life, yours,...

Fifty-Two feet of Malay teak and Ohio Valley steel. A blade of curvaceous prow, at which men whistle and women swoon.   Two 300-horsepower John Deere diesels chug from Seattle to Hawaii on a single tank of gas. This is his...

For Caroline Kingston You sit holding the hand of one who is, who in moments will become was. You say   nothing, everything in your touch. Your hands once beckoned, coaxed breath   into the world. Now you listen for breath’s...

Fox’s world is a circle that spirals from dawn through the sleeping heat of the day into dusk. And when the moon lifts up light from the pond Fox journeys with her shadow through the night. She follows a compass track— she knows...

Fox listens to what the creek whispers across the valley before dawn, a riddle that pulls at the threads of her fragile world the places she roams at the ragged edge of a broken circle under a sun that wrings the last drops from...

Fox hears the world whispered from a shell strewn by an old sea, leans toward it listening the way dreaming folds down the hard corners, imagining to be a stream and have more than one lifetime to fail and begin again, escape...

Fox tastes the first blood breathing in a fever. Ragged to the bone, winter torn on her tail Fox lopes into a hunting night along the cliff-edge burnt-out wastes, up and down ravines in and out of shadowed patches of snow. The...

I was usually attentive, well mostly, though, in my opinion, that last lecture on the Mount ran a little long. No doubt about it, he was good, so very good. You couldn’t help but love him. And it was all very impressive at...

Now, now, now, an insistence, I’m presumed to be wise, automatic sage, thoughtful professor, though in my mind I’m ten, a nervous, bloodied nose little boy on the playground, or on more optimistic days, seventeen, a brash young...