Poetry

Sounding

Old Dog Forgetting

Coming undone

That's alright

These inclinations

In My Skin

small dog medicine

what

Mary had a fall

Before the Service

Rain Flowers

And still

Happening

The grass and the path

Signals

Passing

Under Over

Something small and flashing

early light

still waking

pause

not yet

parenthetical delight

the big wind

almost home

walk the perimeter

calling the dogs

visitation

chorused

some source unseen

be ribbon

expired

Prayer to begin

postcard from here

in the unfolding

enough

rain birds

the wind is

let the day stand for itself

meet me here

delicate readings

it's late

explain this to me

saved again

spark

out

unburdening

streamlines

spangled

unscripted

displaced

so it is

small things

spent

remembered

this

weathering

called home

everything secret

exhalations

blessing

the buoyancy of infinite afternoon

hush

every wounded thing

one

hiding

waiting for you

aftermath

here

tender

flotsom

everything that touches

dry bed

sun stream unraveling

the dawn side of bed

winter in here

I will whisper this once

everything that fell

season of linger

Holding on to nothing

chime

equinox

doing dishes

sedimentary

the neighbor's place

lit

kiss

just this

small rain, big thunder

certain

What's between us

Belongings

midsummer

and dancing

confessed

Because there is nothing

will you forget

everything's reflective

adrift

prelude

arriving

delight

Because I could no longer stand

proper comfort

unwelcome

green promises

sacrifice sleeps

later

yearning

IF NOT this, THEN EXIT FAILING

echolocation

Gift

please

holding

rising to the burst

dead of night

woke

bound

flare

rift

alight

surrender

prodigal

wild heart

drive out

maybe

come to this

look

wait

embodied

lift

between beginning and end

fallow

loose

Awake in the dark

Always & Again

People, places, things

Doings

follow

fall

being

how it begins

running out

out sick

admiration

boundless

invitation

without

In the morning I sit like a child

No Return

Slow

chorus

fluted

Perhaps not

evidence

this perfect tenderness

submerged

hallowed

lost

spilled

everything is

the tree I see is still

touched

Present

forgot

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