And then a whale surges out of the sea, the ocean pouring off its bulk, its great fins and belly white against the blue sky, where it hangs,...

Sighted or blind, we dream of the same world. Maybe not lightning, or rainbows, or sunsets, but surely the booming thunder, the smell of rai...

In a corridor of dreams worth keeping, I know you tracked them before the day dimmed, the door locked, or the gas was near empty, leaving yo...

My neighbor died last week. The plastic-wrapped newspapers, Yellow, blue, unread, Congregate at the end of her driveway. The tongue of the m...

“You make a better door than a window,” she said, and I ducked out of her way so she could see the TV, which was her kind of window anyway...

We’d learned thirty poses together, practiced balancing, slowing breath, searched synapses for the next pose, as we slowly moved our bodies ...

Two miles west of Hell, Michigan we hiked the woods near Gosling Lake where we marveled at a city of doughy white mushrooms, spied lacy brac...

My sister dreams of a life in Montana, imagining a state where people can rest above ground because she longs to rest below. I dream that s...

The town parade hijacked by partisans, We repair again, my grandson and I, Up Perry Brook on the Fourth of July, Cool water over our ankles...

Our children have given us a smart TV. We love basketball in high definition But have not tried Roku yet. My Christmas bathrobe still hangs...

She used to melt me down and hold me in the palm of her hand, pick me up and sling me narrow across her narrow shoulder, swing me all the w...

Every day she picked me up in her cloud hands, carried me around Chicago on the command-shift of her hip, close enough to feel laughter jum...

April 10, 2019 Kimball Public Library in Randolph, VT  7:00 PM With Anne Shivas and Carol Potter For more details: https://www.poem...

which bloomed fragile, salmon flowers, just outside the laundry room porch, is gone. Only a polaroid survives of it, and I am squinting into...

When I think of the due date I recall the perished radishes of my youth, drowning in a lake of hosewater, the goldfish floating among their ...

A splash & another dampens this dusk. Four bare boys dive into the river. Thin arms stroke the water the color of their bodies. Shadow w...

was always about feasting & football at the old farmhouse, stuffing ourselves with turkey & gravy and some of us shoveling the stuf...

Most days I get up and stumble through the job, the study halls, the meetings, the meals, the Mourner's Kaddish. Other days I stay in be...

1. When they turn sixteen, the scouts of Troop 25 go canoeing down the Connecticut River. It’s a week-long trip of camping, eating over open...

Only the chimney remains of the burned house -- blackened within and without stone stand as a monolith to fire contained and escaped as smo...