Tuesday, November 29, 2011

any story

finding the story in the ordinary -
that’s called history, or could be
finding the story that could be
true, that’s  called poetry, or
could be. finding the story in the
clerestory, that’s called going
to church, and meaning it. finding
the story between the lines you
do and do not say, that’s called
fine translations. what do you say?

Monday, November 28, 2011

in honor of the pig mare.

in the name of all that’s equine we honor you:
hay forks and full wheelbarrows, rampant,
quartered with brushes and bagged oats!

Thursday, November 17, 2011


at the barn, snow blankets the mare
gusts to twenty-nine
wise horses face downwind

at the back door, blankets come hot from the dryer
goosebumps Braille an alarm
wise people curl by the fire
at the sink, the faucet drips furiously
good pipes help, a bit
wise children let the dog in
in the hallway, the heater wafts warmish air
a sweater is not enough
wise women put out spare candles

in the bed, the cat’s stolen the blanket

snow likely tonight
wise creatures wait it out

Tuesday, November 1, 2011