This body—
One way or another (ashes to ashes)
I had so many poems this morning, as if it were fall and I started...
Under the sea (some day)
Gratitude floods the morning...
The drinkers of light
The moon’s a broad lamp comforting...
A still journey (ekphrastic)
Basho’s straw coats...
A poem trail (cont’)
I wrote I erased I opened a new page anew I ...
Fresh rest
Joy blooms and then dies...
Morning nightstand
When the black unicorn lampfish...
In the goodwill for love
In the goodwill for love the sky releases its cotton...
Weekend gifts
Happy in love —the weather-sprite’s ancient kiss—...