I am living in the margins…
Medieval, Cartographic, and Spatial History. The History of Eels in English Culture
I am living in the margins…
It is a very human thing…
I’ve dreamt of…
Did I listen for your words…
Black bird of my muse…
kneeling…
Let me hold a vigil as you rest,
We live in such a disposable time…
The bistro table…
Without you…
Tell me about…un-rhymable things?
I do not want to breathe…
When I was younger, I spent one idle summer…
Say the words out loud…
Sometimes it is the small moments…
You must take him…
There is still old snow
The shock of cold air…
You have stood before me…
Slow travel. Turning each pedal…
Tonight, the setting sun…
We make a virtue…
Cleaning out the lint trap…
The other night, as I lay sleeping,…
I wear a mark of memory…
I woke up from a January dream…
In the winter of the world…
When I meet someone…
Love is patient…
We are held together by memory…
We feel that the heavens move…
There are place where…
She passes, always, east to west…
Look down, friend…
A meadowlark sings…
Sometimes, in the life of a bird…