Cherry, Cherry, why do you weep? Is it due to your exquisite beauty, Produced without obligation or duty? Do you weep happy streams of rosy tears, Rejoicing in the spring season that nears? Cherry, …

At the moment of his death, all the painthat had pulverized his body lifted, woven into a cape of worsted,roughly knotted wool, furled above me, alit, and stitched onto my body. I struggled to stand, …

With all the garish honking, I expected to see “just married” signs and a tawdry string of tin cans dragging noisily from the tail feathers — Canada Geese dropping out of the blue into a small …

Swallows race to open-mouthed young in the cob-webbed rafters of the cedar boat house. The feeding frenzy takes a voyeuristic back seat as the birds watch lovers entwined on a park bench. Even birds …

Strange voices, but not off key thousands, but all in harmony. I can hear them calling me. All past versions of what lives with me. Each having their own bit of complexity ,to the song that is …

They were always only bushy-tailed rats. . Pests. Vermin. Nuisances. Stealing the birdseed. Nesting in the crawlspaces, gnawing insulation, causing shorts. Until the day I hit one with my car. Not …

I push everything I know off to the side.For a moment I watch these two predators,fiddling and flapping, bracing on thick branches; letting goin the stiffening foliage of my ash tree.It’s November. …