The Saint Calls to Us The saint calls to us one by one under a corridor of stars to savor in the eyes and heart the night’s sweet dissolution… read more
Haiku for 1/19/07 on DeenPort… The sky is pewter… No birds come to the feeder — war desolates all These haiku are i… read more
Fast Puppets can’t break their fast through their painted mouths Rocks can be said to be fasting forever Mountain “fastnesses” are … read more
Sandwich at Noon A sandwich at noon is enough to frighten a field of crows A telephone ringing in an empty room is answered by the wind… read more