Poems and Field Notes

3 new poems…


early dawn cabin
tiny scratching at my head
who works at this hour?

August 8, 2014


     Evening swim.

     Lavender lake, reflecting

     Ducks, fish flies, and


August 20, 2014


you walk by
holding a glass of tea, the tag
twirling, a flag
of kinship

August 22, 2014



We are born anew
each moment.
Morning fog, full of light
transforms to shadows, then outlines, then a crow
landing on a birch branch
revealing every feature – the toothed leaf,
the pearly bark etched with fine ink lines.
All fades again into dusk
but for the ground, illuminated
by the moon.

When I am the moon, I dance with the sun.
Reflecting his brilliance, my beauty is revealed, warm and ethereal,
pearly, etched with the ink of timeless eons.
Each day, a different aspect visible –
28 in all, as the earth looks on,
a delighted host.

The crow resumes his travel
meeting light with sharpness,
cutting fog
with cries of awake.

Now is the time.
Now is now.
There is nowhere else to be.

August 11, 2014, at Karme Choling

Brunswick apartment Window
Brunswick apartment window, summer 2013

Friends taped this to the window by the toilet in their bathroom.






We stroll through the cemetary by the church in Spencertown, on the way to the post office.  The typography on this one os catchy, seems modern – but it’s an old stone, from 1844.  Neighboring older white marble slabs are engraved in cursive –  more prone to weathering and fading, and hard to read. Still, this carver wants our existential attention on the fact of death it seems, not the person – “WHO died?” Summer 2012.

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