Poems

Act of Faith

16 January 2016 9:00 am

This winter morning between seven and eight, half a white moon still present, a ghost not shining on plentiful frost…

The Lost Word

16 January 2016 9:00 am

I know it cold, the scene in the woods, the grey-toned sky, and snow— the sudden clearing in the underbrush…

Act of Faith

14 January 2016 3:00 pm

This winter morning between seven and eight, half a white moon still present, a ghost not shining on plentiful frost…

The Lost Word

14 January 2016 3:00 pm

I know it cold, the scene in the woods, the grey-toned sky, and snow— the sudden clearing in the underbrush…

Act of Faith

14 January 2016 3:00 pm

This winter morning between seven and eight, half a white moon still present, a ghost not shining on plentiful frost…

The Lost Word

14 January 2016 3:00 pm

I know it cold, the scene in the woods, the grey-toned sky, and snow— the sudden clearing in the underbrush…

Misprint

2 January 2016 9:00 am

Stealth is its policy. It lies in wait. It is no respecter of age. It turns up late Or far…

Misprint

31 December 2015 3:00 pm

Stealth is its policy. It lies in wait. It is no respecter of age. It turns up late Or far…

Misprint

31 December 2015 3:00 pm

Stealth is its policy. It lies in wait. It is no respecter of age. It turns up late Or far…

All Change

12 December 2015 9:00 am

Based on a handwritten notebook of recipes from Dorothy Eliza Barnes, my grandmother, a shepherd’s wife, who had worked as…

December

12 December 2015 9:00 am

The ferns around the badgers’ sett are dying down, and fine webs fret the brambles. By late afternoon the moon…

All Change

10 December 2015 3:00 pm

Based on a handwritten notebook of recipes from Dorothy Eliza Barnes, my grandmother, a shepherd’s wife, who had worked as…

December

10 December 2015 3:00 pm

The ferns around the badgers’ sett are dying down, and fine webs fret the brambles. By late afternoon the moon…

All Change

10 December 2015 3:00 pm

Based on a handwritten notebook of recipes from Dorothy Eliza Barnes, my grandmother, a shepherd’s wife, who had worked as…

December

10 December 2015 3:00 pm

The ferns around the badgers’ sett are dying down, and fine webs fret the brambles. By late afternoon the moon…

Bequest

5 December 2015 9:00 am

Knowing he was ill he offered a free choice of the books on his shelves, but for every one wanted…

Heron

5 December 2015 9:00 am

Walking to the bus stop after a hospital visit, in an unfamiliar, dusty suburb, I pass a small park on…

Bequest

3 December 2015 3:00 pm

Knowing he was ill he offered a free choice of the books on his shelves, but for every one wanted…

Heron

3 December 2015 3:00 pm

Walking to the bus stop after a hospital visit, in an unfamiliar, dusty suburb, I pass a small park on…

Bequest

3 December 2015 3:00 pm

Knowing he was ill he offered a free choice of the books on his shelves, but for every one wanted…

Heron

3 December 2015 3:00 pm

Walking to the bus stop after a hospital visit, in an unfamiliar, dusty suburb, I pass a small park on…

Treasure

28 November 2015 9:00 am

Walking down the sands to investigate what they might find, shells or stones, flotsam pieces abandoned by tides, two figures…

Treasure

26 November 2015 3:00 pm

Walking down the sands to investigate what they might find, shells or stones, flotsam pieces abandoned by tides, two figures…

Treasure

26 November 2015 3:00 pm

Walking down the sands to investigate what they might find, shells or stones, flotsam pieces abandoned by tides, two figures…

Bravery

21 November 2015 9:00 am

I am not ready for the temple but neither am I ready for the market. Leave me, I pray, a…