P o e m s
“Every good poem begins in language awake to its own connections — language that hears itself and what is around it, sees itself and what is around it, looks back at those who look into its gaze and knows more perhaps even than
we do about who are, what we are.”
—Jane Hirshfield
Pavane; Or, a Mouthful of Bright Blue Prayers
I may be sitting inside the best afternoon
The world has put on since the Permian
Extinction.
What The Light Tells
Most of it is black, and the beginning goes on
And on; endings, too, it seems, don't end.
Grief you never do will never stop
Undoing you. …
A Gathered Distance
Across the harbour’s fetch,
a distance grows, a loveliness
Of limbs. …