Every Good Morning

You Can Listen Here Poetry behaves like the physical properties of matter in motion. Think of a poem as a pulse. In physics a pulse is a disturbance in any kind of environment — the movement of a particle through a closed space is a pulse, the birth of a child is a pulse, a meteor burning in the sky, a gunshot too, a cry in the night, a laugh, a kiss, an abrupt […]

You Can Listen Here I know a path covered by low trees. Dunes rise up on either side. Birds call and loop from thicket to thicket. The susurrus of the ocean. The trees thinning. Light. More light. The path is lower than the sea, and then it rises, and in winter suddenly, in one long sighing vision, the bluest water appears, the white empty beach, the cry of gulls, the bluest sky, the surf […]

You Can Listen Here An image is a picture. We see it in words and then make it in our imaginations. We remember its sound, taste, touch or smell. A poetic image is inherently mysterious. It holds something back, but the reader can feel qualities beyond that initial form. When we call upon our experience, both lived and read, the image begins to transform, like the mutation of a creature within a pupal sack, one […]

You Can Listen Here Prologue: No bag, no camera, a powerful, unfamiliar dog on a leash so the wings, easily two feet across, remained in the grass. Still connected by ligaments, their breadth showed that they had once belonged to an adult. A white gash of spine lingered inside a portion of its entrails now dry from the full measure of the morning’s sun. This the remains of a crow attacked and eaten by an owl or hawk. […]