May 22, 2014

A Life Not Chosen

a life not chosen, tho pious played; a world not grown but giv’n must we wade; a dream not forged but handed: so’s the same: nothing’s tame […]
June 5, 2013

i cannot wait to not know

i cannot wait to not know when the laundry’s due, what’s for dinner, how to step up on a curb, and cry— or why i dream […]
May 28, 2013

What Carries On From Here?

a. in the beginning was a sheath of light: a nascent rainbow, at the cusp of bowing— then came the curdling cries of severed worlds, a […]
May 14, 2013

I think a poet

I think a poet sometimes is a lighthouse,— Stretching lonely on the edge of agitated waves, the light she breeds brought low— Or else, a grim […]
April 24, 2013

Life vs. Death

When I first read Dante, I wasn’t old enough to appreciate his theological insights. For that matter, I was not remotely knowledgeable enough to understand the […]
September 4, 2012

Eulogy in a Time of Doubt

The worst part about everything is how much it scares me. I imagine it’s like driving a car every day of your life and feeling safe—until […]
August 6, 2012

A Conversation with Death

Says death: there’s not much to me. And the miserable celebrations we create to honor you? They’re not really honoring me. What then? People are only […]
July 31, 2012

In Memoriam

Do you not know how like A breaching stream is life— Culling mad awakening And from a bursting chaos lurch—? I have no easy reason Why […]
July 9, 2012

Thank You, Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan was right. The times, they are a-changin’. But I’m not sure I should trust a man who falls asleep at his own awards ceremony. […]