Monday, February 27, 2017

        so near the
         forest's end
          I'll stay till
            art decays

Sunday, February 26, 2017

     what blush there was when peonies wheeled the barrow with i abloom inside

Saturday, February 25, 2017


            afforded a choice of smooth or rough, fat or thin,
             i've taken the path that makes moonlight
              most difficult to collect, to bear, to believe in

Saturday, February 4, 2017


        gone by
            tin boat winter

Wednesday, February 1, 2017


      marsh reed thin and purple cold