Monthly Archives: March 2017

walking at night in the woods between my childhood home and the river fully awake and wondering, in a dream both strange and familiar particular trees reach out like lovers, breathing in their distinct rhythms rough skins pulsating with heat, … Continue reading →

white traces of a broom mark the blue where morning sky is swept clean dogs are silent and crows hold their tongues while citizens of Rathdrum stir in their sleep on the green where Parnell’s statue stands – ancient rebel … Continue reading →

down below in the swamp far from the clouds’ reflection in the lake without the aid of sun or any medicine far even from the pale light of stars I am still agile and in good spirits born with the … Continue reading →