The Birch Leaf
The stippled trunk curves left,
almost as thin as my wrist,
its branches bowing
toward the rain-matted grass.
The Birch Leaf
Dark Early Morning
Pharaoh's Daughter
The Fruit Market
Summer 2024: Editor's Note
Why I Would Like To Be A River
Metaphor
Midsummer Sketch in Pastels
Migratory Birds
Consonance with Waves
River
As always, begin again…
Our Sins, To Be Confessed
Diane
Parable w/ a Girl-Woman Petting an Injured Cat Before I Knew Her Inside the Coma Awakening of Time
A Poem for the Turning of the Year
Cruceiro
Selah
Miracle
Pruning Rose Bushes in Early December