The world is vastly different during a walk/ through the neighboring forest/ as birds define territory and song.

I know that I am getting older/ I’ve got dodgy feet and a frozen shoulder/ I remember times when I

My mind is an ocean/ where swimmers, surfers,/ sun worshippers cavort.// Long salty hair/ held between/ their

Ice in my veins,/ burnt blood./ Gentle gestures remove/ snowflakes from my pale face/ and placid eyes fixed on

It's just a moment—not/ worth much—where I'm/ holding the ladder/ for Lili. I look up at her/ in her p.j. bottoms, her

A hard day,/ A hard night,/ What makes life hard?/ Hurdles in life?/ A huge struggle,/ Vigorous efforts,/ To win

His absence unnoticed,/ he liked to write poems/ on white birch bark,/ catch the intuition spark/ between midnight

Glimpses and shadows that speak/ From the corner of my eye do I see/ Memories passing— growing antique

We walk to the riverbank and we sit,/ and we stare./ Sunlight filters through passing clouds,/ warming our necks

Allow me to be the poet of the whispers/ Before being a poet of the words./ Allow me to be the poet of the

Central Park is towerless and trailing today, tourists tangling together onto a cul-de-sac lawn. From afar, I steepen

Late fall and near the edge of sleep/ I take in, from behind a latticed/ Window, a courtyard covered with/ The

fly beneath stratus clouds/ on elephant ears/ (mind the loosened girth/ wrapped beneath her torso)// let these

I am the architect of this poem/ My blueprints say that/ It is a meta plan/ I hope you enjoy my design.// Now I

In the gloom of a Spring morning,/ I feel the slow-moving fog wrap/ around me, hiding me inside/ these woods

In the horizon I see black birds/ perched on dry branches of a tree/ and/ red clouds threatening/ life below.

Friends are bubbles of oxygen,/ when it’s hard to breathe,/ taking a deep inhale becomes easier./ Friends are

Slow motion/ Camera/ Fascinating.../ The ball/ Dropping/ Into water.../ The cat/ Landing/ Unsurprisingly/ On four paws...

O Jupiter, you’re/ the big and toasty/ king of planets./ If you were any/ larger, you’d be/ a star centered/ in a solar

This recovery will require/ a kind of alchemy// Of clay/ & kinetic energy// The repairing/ of sinew,// The