Past the Stile of Stars (Elegy for Mary Oliver)
Midsummer afternoon – airy aisles weave and thread through the plum trees. Pen in hand, I walk the lawn through an errant sprinkler, the blue sky so vacan...
Tag: night
One last load of washing
I did one last load of washing after the sun went down tonight, creekwater pale in the antelight, banjo frogs bong bong bonging beneath the reeds at the bottom ...
Slave Girl
When I see the herons fly Outside your window, then I think Of...
Beneath blankets
In the middle of the night, things find you. A long way away, a dog’s bark, like a long muffled clap. The creak of a tree outside the bedroom window where...