Weeds and Wildflowers

Good Christ They’re loud, the frogs, Basso profundo, they set up A mighty warfare  At the pond tonight, and  All the little minions...

Last evening, after dinner,  We walked around this living place We followed the light from the Setting sun, where now and then  It h...

Big grey cloud stretching  Across the western sky Heading north  Like a huge mammoth of The deep I fancy it heading for  The St...

Sitting tonight outside On a tattered winter-struck patio Not yet rescued by broom  And potted things I’ve mowed the long hardy gra...

The blood can catch up,  The Hurley stubborn in me Don’t want to go anywhere Don’t want to go no mo  This old fabric of land  Here ...

Working on a theory Borned from some trauma, Most immediately that of Accident and bad luck Becoming as bad as bad dream  As an un...

I asked you what you wanted For your birthday; it’s now arrived  This early spring day,  And you shed some tears And said, “I want...