Boluisce I root my fingers, burying them back and down. A twist into black, acidic soil, deeper than anything man-made....
Crossing Places At the crossing places when the river is still and ghosts untangle themselves from the trees you can...
All day they mumble in a clump outside the hive. I water the days of an unexpected life. I fill...
You will ask—name the mushrooms on the grounded log And the anatomies of the shifting clouds. Tell me these fifty-one shells on...
The Wood He wanted to see the wood one last time. So, they took him back to trees dripping and...
There is a long dusty Kenyan road that carries me to you, Forging a likeness to the same reddened particulate...
THAT GERTRUDE COW for Annie the Herdswoman It was below freezing in the milking parlor. The freshly hosed down cement...
TOBY’S SOLILOQUY To think what stands against me still is not the harm of falling off a ladder at two-storey...
Spring Day Blustery breezes, sunshine and sudden shower Banish hoary-handed winter from the land. Burgeoning buds and lancing leaves appear,...
Listen to Laura Swift read her poem “Silage Time.” Silage Time They looked so snug All four bundled...
My life as an onion dry skins for compost layers of meaning rings of time faster than a tree cut...
Dandelion Sun A child’s sun finds a dream in young eyes. In blinks of dandelion eclipses, refracted light reflects on...