Surprise Comes Slowly

Surprise comes slowly to a redwood. So slowly we might think it remorse or grief or the color brown or the feeling of that which has not been done. Not dropped Continue reading

Needle Biopsy

We watch what we think is hesitance                                 as its long legs enter the stream’s edge Continue reading


The heart won’t make its point. Why not let you go out into the sun where blossoms burst and rush like oxycontin? The chickadee’s precision in the pear chastises my ear Continue reading