Redemption of Ice

Redemption of Ice

Let our ice melt at lastafter this long and killing winter.Let the crooked snagsdrip in the mouths of our emptiest cavesand burble like doves in the lightof a promising spring; meltwater,call the rains into your rush,uncloud the boundless sky,stripe the...
The Promise of Eggs

The Promise of Eggs

AT BREAKFAST THIS MORNING, I set the eggs on the counter and then stared a moment at the carton—brooding, I suppose. A dozen eggs always puts me in mind of fundamental things: whole notes or stony beaches, colored rings in a newborn’s crib. When I raise the lid, the...

Three Haiku

sunny morningthe window half filledwith sea across the broken clouds, what a jet left behind– old snakeskin on cobble purple sea cloud— wolf muzzlespitting out the scorpion’s tail Originally published: Poetry Super Highway | January,...

Warner Sallman’s Jesus

Never changes: cached in the wallets of conventioneers or soaked in the red bubbles of a soldier’s pocket, he poses in heaven as he poses out back by the engine parts and halfway up the washroom mirror of a Smoky Mountain Texaco. His astonishment is shy as a dove in...