Something Always Comes Along
In memory of James Longenbach and after his “Barcarolle” I am eating eggs with provolone cheesewhen Jim steps into...
Name Day
—For my grandmother And for Joy Harjo This guttural breath of thunder commanded me to find her here...
frog
old and crusted with dirt skin some shade of olive so dark I am afraid my spade will...
The Book of Myth
—We call ourselves ripe, and pine tree, and woman. --Joy Harjo for Margie My aunt gave me a...
And the great White Pelicans
lifted themselves with such grace that I felt some blessing fall upon us from the black-tipped wings gathering...
Here
"The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake" —Robert Frost Here a splintered split...
Transmigration
Only the least sandpiper stayed to catch my thoughts, birds themselves, flits of movement. In Syria, the people...
Sowing Stones
Still as stone, by the riverbank overlooking shimmering water, you see two wolves streak across the meadow, gray...