My cat, Little Red, went hunting yesterday. Little Red Saint #poetry #caturday

wet porch boards a snail writes with its whole body #haiku

beware says the raven to no one in particular #haiku

behind the old shed mushrooms gather like jurors #haiku

midmonth crow divides one shadow in two #haiku

virginia morning breeze the tall grass whispers in committee #haiku

may ides arrive not with knives but open flowers #haiku

late may dusk the fireflies begin their tiny lies #haiku

dark storm front cows facing the old testament #haiku

therapy bill my childhood itemized #haiku

pomegranate stain Persephone smiles like a Cheshire cat #haiku

wrong century crow lands on traffic cone #haiku

orion above the gas station still wearing the same belt after all these centuries honestly someone should tell him

writer’s block today blank page the words refuse my ambition #haiku

the old mercy I wanted something larger to lean down from the sky some word some sign some shining reason but only the rain came ordinary unadorned perfectly itself and the earth opened to it without asking what it meant #poetry

owl call the night opens one eye #haiku

motel bible one silverfish saved #haiku

after rain the roses stand around looking guilty #haiku

under the wolf moon the night develops a pulse #haiku

moon algorithm recommending more moon 🌙 #haiku

Orion above the 7-Eleven buying nothing #haiku

black ants carry the dead moth toward parliament #haiku

after the rain the peonies stand accused of red #haiku

in the blackberry bramble each thorn remembers a different hand #haiku

inside the fog even the pine trees seem provisional #haiku

over the White House lawn a buzzard circles my better angels #haiku

wrong heaven the porch light invents small martyrs #haiku

falling dogwood petals return the dead as almost-light #haiku

late spring moon the fox carries silence by the throat #haiku

nothing is taken because nothing could be held not the field not the body not the hour brightening around us we were a pause in the going a glimmer where a moment shone through itself and did not stop #poetry

I love the quiet person who does not ask why I leave the room only opens the window a little and makes the world softer #poetry

all leaves fall this leaf falls the crow says nothing #haiku

hidden but not gone covered but not silent we are altered by what never introduces itself the unnamed passing through like weather through dreams #poetry

memoria you were here or nearly a body briefly organized around light then the river then the grass then nothing requiring you to stay #poetry

blackberries forming fuzzy logic between flower and thorn #haiku

moonlit fox a Bayesian ripple through the dark field #haiku

on the empty road a plastic bag full of prophecy #haiku

after midnight something in me left ajar #haiku

late sun the path whitening into thought #haiku

where will we go when the sun ceases to rise to the same place we went before it for darkness is not the opposite of light but its archive and we who believed in morning as a direction will learn at last that the map was made of longing and not of the world #poetry

sunlit window my face there without the mood #haiku

after you spoke the wall behind me still listening #haiku

late april the road ahead already memory #haiku

late march moon my shadow entering another #haiku

Rain I woke in the dark to quiet thunder half in my body half somewhere else a field without distance a voice without a face rain working softly on the old tin roof for a while I did not remember what I had been waiting for the sound went on until the dream was no longer mine #poetry

the hope for rain by seven the air has thickened around the pines the field waits in its rough clothes the dog barks once then gives it up everything seems almost remembered almost forgiven the wind moving through the leaves and the dry world turns its face upward #poetry

the field lies flat in the virginia drought stubble old milkweed one plastic bag snagged in the thorns moving a little when the wind moves I remember wanting to be changed then being changed then missing who I was #poetry

I say my name quietly to see what is still there a dog barks far off then another the sound crosses the empty lots and loses interest above me the first stars small mistakes in the dark #poetry

in the far field a single stone outlasts the map of seasons grass folds and rises around it like a tide that has no shore I touch its weathered patience and lose the need to ask why the wind moves through my sleeve and answers by not stopping #poetry

wolf hour the trail unbecoming #haiku