On seasons and sacred space.
Compostable Poems
In which I am no better at gardening than before. A very short roundup of autumn poems, online and in print.
Float
Balances and turnings. A sunrise reflection from the right-now.
Backroads
Solo driving, not making art, and large, useful metaphors.
Explaining Why I am Trying to Compose a Banishing Spell for my House
A new poem.
