Red Paint If you look at the cedar ʔəbil’ čəxʷ gʷəšuuc tiʔəʔ x̌pay’ you’ll see how it bends č(ə)xʷa šudxʷ ʔəsčal kʷi suqəčil and doesn’t break gʷəl xʷiʔ gʷəsuxʷəƛ̓ and […]

LAKE SONG Willow weep, let the lake lap up your green trickled tears. Water, love, lip the hot roots, cradle the leaf; Turn a new moon on your tongue, water, […]

MASKS At the grocery store today— these meteors and angels, wise men and all the beautiful hallucinations of December, wearing the masks of the Ordinary, the Annoyed, the Tired. The […]

Father and Son No sound—a spell—on out where the wind went, our kite sent back its thrill along the string that sagged and sang and said, “I’m here! I’m here”—till […]

Why I Am Happy  Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere so blue and far nobody owns it. A wind comes by […]