open heart

(Life is) “…a slow, elated, awed recovery from humiliation.” -Geoff Cochrane On New Year’s Eve we climbed the hill behind the house and drank wine until the sun had gone. I gnawed on grass stems because they tasted like peas. When clouds crossed the moon, I couldn’t see your face and you talked about the … Continue reading open heart

the next step

‘Inspiration is for amateurs. The rest of us just show up and get to work.’ -Chuck Close Halfway through last year I started work on my second book. The first book was out of my hands while  it was being edited, laid out and designed. I had some notion of what I wanted the second … Continue reading the next step

corn bones

I am always walking up or down the driveway – and the corn is getting bigger or it is just starting or it is gone. There is always something I am worrying about but the focus of the worry changes but the worry doesn’t change – it is tinnitus. Brain plaque. I am always wondering … Continue reading corn bones


For all the dark, blazing through the middle of memory is this mad frolic of lights strung up in trees bright colours on the black water. I go back there. I live there when I don’t.       Continue reading homeland

manifest poetry

Yesterday I found a bird skull in the garden while I was weeding. I like the way there is a little patch of feathers on the top of it’s head, like a macabre toupee. In one of those cases of art foreshadowing life, I wrote a poem a long while back about digging up bird … Continue reading manifest poetry

craving miracles

Election day this weekend. (What? You didn’t notice? How? lol) It’s hard not to feel bleak about the world lately. Here, …overseas, …the state of the whole planet, actually. I’ve been listening to THIS BJORK SONG HERE on high rotate all week. That’s how I feel – pretty worn down by where things are headed … Continue reading craving miracles