Empire Parable

There’s a man who sits on the shore every morning, staring at the sea. And the sea stares back, defiantly. It won’™t release its secrets easily. I’ll give you an answer Continue reading

Snow White

I dreamt I woke in winter— even the river silent, its tongue caught mid- sentence, like mine when someone looks at me too closely. It had been years since I understood Continue reading

Pond Road, Truro

Two boys fling their lines where midges swarm above green plates of lily pads. Late summer heat defies the change that’s coming. Hydrangeas near the porch are purpling. Past dusk, hemlocks Continue reading


I have been writing too many condolence letters lately. I am using the same sorts of words and the words have Become husks of what they used to be. Like the Continue reading

Against Spring

You must take up your oar and go on a journey . . . . — Tiresias to Odysseus A thousand-thousand wings scull and churn in borrowed light. Brants, swans, pintails. Continue reading