photographs
of winters past
I carry your heart
in my throat
of winters past
I carry your heart
in my throat
December 5, 2025 at 2:04 PM
photographs
of winters past
I carry your heart
in my throat
of winters past
I carry your heart
in my throat
a pause for reflecting;
the hinge of time
where all doors meet
the hinge of time
where all doors meet
November 18, 2025 at 1:39 PM
a pause for reflecting;
the hinge of time
where all doors meet
the hinge of time
where all doors meet
wasting toward winter
my hands fat with gold
my hands fat with gold
November 17, 2025 at 2:05 PM
wasting toward winter
my hands fat with gold
my hands fat with gold
great blue heron
my camera blinks
my camera blinks
November 16, 2025 at 1:27 PM
great blue heron
my camera blinks
my camera blinks
I want to walk
with you
and the ghosts
of what
we could
have been
with you
and the ghosts
of what
we could
have been
November 9, 2025 at 10:32 PM
I want to walk
with you
and the ghosts
of what
we could
have been
with you
and the ghosts
of what
we could
have been
the press
of the wood
against my back—
I think of Odysseus
tied to his mast
but all I hear
is peace
of the wood
against my back—
I think of Odysseus
tied to his mast
but all I hear
is peace
November 3, 2025 at 12:08 AM
the press
of the wood
against my back—
I think of Odysseus
tied to his mast
but all I hear
is peace
of the wood
against my back—
I think of Odysseus
tied to his mast
but all I hear
is peace
The Canadian goose is my nominee for #underrated #BirdOfTheDay.
Ubiqitous, sure. A little annoying—at times. But if Mary Oliver writes an immortal poem about you, I'm going to listen to what you have to say.
Ubiqitous, sure. A little annoying—at times. But if Mary Oliver writes an immortal poem about you, I'm going to listen to what you have to say.
November 2, 2025 at 7:59 PM
The Canadian goose is my nominee for #underrated #BirdOfTheDay.
Ubiqitous, sure. A little annoying—at times. But if Mary Oliver writes an immortal poem about you, I'm going to listen to what you have to say.
Ubiqitous, sure. A little annoying—at times. But if Mary Oliver writes an immortal poem about you, I'm going to listen to what you have to say.
you know
that you'll miss it
but it seems so far away
and then one day
you're living in someday
and oh, what a trickster—
time
---
Happy Halloween! This one's from 2012 (Obama signs!). I loved taking our kids trick-or-treating. I hope all of you with little ones have a wonderful time tonight!
that you'll miss it
but it seems so far away
and then one day
you're living in someday
and oh, what a trickster—
time
---
Happy Halloween! This one's from 2012 (Obama signs!). I loved taking our kids trick-or-treating. I hope all of you with little ones have a wonderful time tonight!
October 31, 2025 at 7:56 PM
you know
that you'll miss it
but it seems so far away
and then one day
you're living in someday
and oh, what a trickster—
time
---
Happy Halloween! This one's from 2012 (Obama signs!). I loved taking our kids trick-or-treating. I hope all of you with little ones have a wonderful time tonight!
that you'll miss it
but it seems so far away
and then one day
you're living in someday
and oh, what a trickster—
time
---
Happy Halloween! This one's from 2012 (Obama signs!). I loved taking our kids trick-or-treating. I hope all of you with little ones have a wonderful time tonight!
October 27, 2025 at 1:41 PM
sweetness sweeps
the ash from my eye
there is something
within me
forged from the sun
the ash from my eye
there is something
within me
forged from the sun
October 24, 2025 at 1:20 PM
sweetness sweeps
the ash from my eye
there is something
within me
forged from the sun
the ash from my eye
there is something
within me
forged from the sun
Not very clever, but entirely sincere.
October 18, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Not very clever, but entirely sincere.
My, this is a beautiful book. Gorgeous writing, and medicine for the soul.
October 17, 2025 at 5:52 PM
My, this is a beautiful book. Gorgeous writing, and medicine for the soul.
Passing through with something to say.
October 17, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Passing through with something to say.
fall is a state
of permanent
flux
of permanent
flux
October 15, 2025 at 8:32 PM
fall is a state
of permanent
flux
of permanent
flux
the frankness of
a wild thing
sharpens my edges
too
a wild thing
sharpens my edges
too
October 4, 2025 at 12:49 PM
the frankness of
a wild thing
sharpens my edges
too
a wild thing
sharpens my edges
too
last night
the ghost of old words
old worlds
old awakenings
came out to remind me
that I am not dead
the ghost of old words
old worlds
old awakenings
came out to remind me
that I am not dead
September 13, 2025 at 5:35 PM
last night
the ghost of old words
old worlds
old awakenings
came out to remind me
that I am not dead
the ghost of old words
old worlds
old awakenings
came out to remind me
that I am not dead
darkness
descending
on this land
we hold dear
descending
on this land
we hold dear
September 8, 2025 at 6:46 PM
darkness
descending
on this land
we hold dear
descending
on this land
we hold dear
at this time of year,
when the mercury drops
and leaves loosen
their grasp,
I cling to the geese
soaring overhead,
who make of movement
a holy law
when the mercury drops
and leaves loosen
their grasp,
I cling to the geese
soaring overhead,
who make of movement
a holy law
August 28, 2025 at 1:24 PM
at this time of year,
when the mercury drops
and leaves loosen
their grasp,
I cling to the geese
soaring overhead,
who make of movement
a holy law
when the mercury drops
and leaves loosen
their grasp,
I cling to the geese
soaring overhead,
who make of movement
a holy law
the scent of pine
our mother's arms
our mother's arms
August 18, 2025 at 4:46 PM
the scent of pine
our mother's arms
our mother's arms
standing for the falling sun
August 15, 2025 at 11:48 PM
standing for the falling sun
penumbra of a summer's eve
the fountain of youth
in a young girl's voice
the fountain of youth
in a young girl's voice
August 14, 2025 at 8:14 PM
penumbra of a summer's eve
the fountain of youth
in a young girl's voice
the fountain of youth
in a young girl's voice
some summer past
in the ghost
of my mind
I stand on the shore
and look towards
you
in the ghost
of my mind
I stand on the shore
and look towards
you
June 12, 2025 at 12:43 PM
some summer past
in the ghost
of my mind
I stand on the shore
and look towards
you
in the ghost
of my mind
I stand on the shore
and look towards
you
sunshine spoke
and lightened me
and lightened me
June 11, 2025 at 12:25 PM
sunshine spoke
and lightened me
and lightened me