Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold,When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang; In… Continue Reading
Five Haikus 1. I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away. 2. I give permission For this slow spring rain to soak The violet beds. 3. With a twitching nose A… Continue Reading
Fall the black oaks fling their bronze fruit into all the pockets of the earth pock pock they knock against the thresholds the roof the sidewalk fill the eaves … Continue Reading
Reckless Sonnet No. 8 My father, as a boy in Milwaukee, thoughtthe cicada’s cry was the whir from a live wire--not from muscles on the sides of an insectvibrating against an outer membrane. Strange thoughthat,… Continue Reading
The Moon and the Yew Tree This is the light of the mind, cold and planetaryThe trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if… Continue Reading