Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Angels

Angels appeared in my poems
long before they became
as common as lapel pins.  Once

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

A Psalm for Lent

Write a Psalm?  Me?

I feel so far from anything throne-like
Apostasy is my refuge,
Ego, my strength.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Between Deaths

there is a moment
of indecision
as when a mist lifts
from a willow brake

Picking my way over food scraps

Picking my way over food scraps
and litter in Chinatown
on my way to work,
my attitude is just fine

An Empty Vase

    An empty vase can be cobalt blue barely reflecting light coming in the window, dim like the last row of trees on a weste...