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what is not yet
the onlyes power is no power… Riddley Walker November asters sway in gentle breezelike princes of a church hopingsome spirit will descendon fingers caressingwhat is not yet there. They could learn from drab-dressed sparrowsperched close to heaven who have beenspeaking in … Continue reading
more than half the sky
Orange flames melt in midday sunto liquid yellow edges. They runthrough intervals of blue skyto straight green lines that fall like water with the grain of the universethey are drawn on, like wateron the face of rock so you’d swearit … Continue reading
a tower of mirrors
here, now, wherethis time intersectsthis way to make a moment buddha is a mangy graycat dodging heavy feetand three sparrows accepting a gift of breadat one of ten thousand shrinesin doors where incense has burned out and a vase of … Continue reading
for mid-Autumn
Full moon broke into Autumnlast night and painted half the leavesgold. Light splintered on the walk, somorning came looking downfor cutting edges. Summer has not quite finished,but what is left of rain before dawnis cold enough to make my fingersthink … Continue reading
passing
No more than one in three drivers on theseNebraska backroads raises a fingerfrom the wheel now when they meet anotherlonesome in passing on this expanse of nothingbut middles in middles, no edge until one eyeor another fixes on the bottom … Continue reading
we are what we fear
Molly McQuade’s Barbarism (Four Way Books, 2000) begins with the spider as artist, a metaphor that, in her hands, illuminates both. I particularly like what happens at the end: “Yet I like to picture her, / unwelcome artist scuttling on … Continue reading
time is winding up
Time is winding up. Time is winding up. Time is winding up. Street corner preacher winding up makes words do time like they say it. Up to a near end. We’ve got to love our neighbors as we love our … Continue reading