Nature
Summer Creek
stumbling down dry-leaf trails on summer creek
— I dare not touch the water.
fish scales dry on sandy dunes,
on jagged banks like druid runes,
the smell is harsh, … Read more
Hurricane Ian: For Those Falling or Broken
The top of the moringa tree planted
when we first moved here twists
horizontal as if scribbled against
darkening sky by … Read more
Relentless Ian
He makes his way
over miles of ocean
gathering strength
looking like a threat.
Bold landfall in Cuba
slices off the power,
leaves families homeless
his eye aimed at the … Read more
City Garden
The community garden where I grow tomatoes,
green peppers, zucchini, and gladiolas.
My little piece of heaven – twelve by twelve
what more could I ask … Read more
Under a Tree
High school sweethearts celebrating
56 years of marriage on a trip to DC.
to find their fate hiding under a tree
Traveling 803 miles from Janesville, WI
to explore the … Read more
O, Cool Water
the quencher of perpetual thirsts,
the extinguisher of sporadic wildfires,
the melter of wicked witches,
why besmirch your goodness
with outbursts that flood unwary towns
in a flash, turn docile … Read more
Man in Flames
The man has been
burned out of his
clothes, out of
the wheat field he
was trying to save
when the wind turned
the flames that outflanked
and overran him.… Read more
Songs of the Archipelagos
For Small Island, Big Song
They come from places you could easily forget,
somewhere between the Pacific and Indian
Oceans: islands where statues gaze at the horizon,
like when the … Read more
Anthropocene Suite
For Amitav Ghosh
1
Peel the pale, brown flesh
Hold the cracked shell to your ear:
Screams of the Banda
2
Escaping Earth’s hold,
Unmanned rockets race to claim
Living … Read more
In The Breeze
a swirl of ravenous winds,
pummeling down at high velocities
a trinket lost in the damage
a house, a home
more than a million and a half to count
tin … Read more
Pyrophytes
“Pyrophyte: Any plant that is resistant to fire,
or that needs fire to propagate.”—Wiktionary
This morning I’m breathing smoke
from forest fires two thousand miles away
and the people who … Read more
Dispatch from the West
It’s fire time again.
So far so good.
Fog in the mornings
Erases the trees.
Shafts of sunlight
Break up the mist,
All of it, … Read more
Old Growth
There is an emptiness to slender trees from which the layer of leaves
They’ve shed has only begun to melt into the undergrowth
Their youth … Read more