I. Sturdy spruce trees stand Like thin, shaken, gutless twigs Before the chainsaw. II. Swallow packs soar high Under the merciless rain That chews through their wings. III. Rose...

to the wildlife we have destroyed  Though your presence May have left I will try my best To keep your memory  Alive   Telling stories of  How you  Lived  in...

blue stone quarry  morning  thirty-seven  on the icy gravel dike   these glacial acid lakes upstate, pure where fish die lacking green   dusty...

It’s Sept. 1. A red bag with a white cross sits by the door. During our spring cleaning years ago, my father discovered expired soup cans inside of it. He said one day he would...

In my younger days, I would catch frogs in the summer – cupping one between my hands and watching its convex eyes looking back at me. I caught myself a little friend – I wonder...

The day before the first snow Almost fell,  Went bird-watching  In Bryant Park.  Instead of birds watched  A Walgreens bag,  Flopping in the wind.    Didn’t...