Poetry

I understood the word to mean a deep and deperate want—to be waifish and lacking ...

fugitive and scaled captor linked by appointment more than accident more than appetite ...

The kitchen radio's whine intones catastrophe--whildfire, speices loss--all breakfast long.

The backyard maples speak in fire-tounges, filling the windows with gold light ...

Falling since morning a whiteness common elsewhere but rare enough in these climes covers sights all too common here

How wide the world? "No wider than the heart is wide." Rather ask how wide the heart ...

spring with its brassy chill with an transparent sky that sings spring ...

a woman sky eternal silence spring the sun newborn ...

Cathedral elms once graced our street before they cut them down.