Writing

Poetry |

Viola pedata (Birdsfoot Violet)”

“Magnified thirty-five times, / the birdsfoot ovary / appears to blossom inward, / three groups of petals / in pale green glass.”

Lyric Prose |

“Gothic Punctum”

“He was on the point of leaving when the oboist, unwinding her yellow scarf, strode in. A pointed effort to pervert the Rorschach. Children pointing at stars through bare branches.”

Essay |

“Froberger — An Outward Journey Inward”

“The great landmarks of Baroque music are musical reflections of meditative prayer much in practice when devastation and sectarian conflict increased the intensity of spiritual yearning.”

Poetry |

“The Rains of Ljubljana”

“Schnapps and blueberry juice in glistening tulip glasses / to greet us as we step from the deluge. // Ljubljana, because of the music of its name. / And because I’d once heard Tomaž Šalamun read.”

Poetry |

“September Ars Poetica”

“In Gaelic, fox is sionnach, or madra rua / (red dog), rain-beaded, skinny; a fox / querying for food, pantomiming / with his paws something indecipherable.”

Lyric Prose |

“Ars Poetica: Aww”

“You love coming to the dentist, says my dentist with his fingers in my mouth. After I rinse, I smile and say no, I just like you!”

Poetry |

“Transplants”

“A nursery clerk sold her on these / invasives — They’ll be 10, 20 feet,  / in no time — the city girl believed.”

Poetry |

“Outcast” & “Kenosha”

“Not everyone has money / to repair damage from evil. / My job here is to protect / the people and their businesses. / Dad lives here. / Mom drove me here.”

Poetry |

“Who’s There?” “At Speed” & “Stray”

“I was surprised when the figure I had taken for a statue or a standing stone opened its arms to receive the woman running from a nearby door and became a man.”

Poetry |

“Yogi Says”

“I am also learning // the point is to keep going, like the girl who fell miles from the sky / after lightning struck her plane …”

Poetry |

“Commerce (from Fingerling Lakes)”

“Mom’s paying me / in cinnamon rolls // to help her at / the Bake Sale // in the Church’s milky / cinderblock basement”