Regarding the Man With the Stolen Past

Imagine a novel about a man who
never knew his early years; it comes across as

a fictionalized story that nevertheless feels overwhelming
in the rich particularity of his life, and its

equally rich loneliness, as he struggles to live it.
Or perhaps it’s about a fictionalized man

with a lost past that was real, utterly real,
and his growing up is the story

of learning that there were chapters
in his life that he could never recover, …

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Sand and Bone

                (Todd’s Point, Reid State Park, Maine)

I came shivering, knowing how lines of the tide
will use seaweed, and sea-drift, and sea-wrack (and …

In the Trees, On the Road, Off the Highway

Firecracker in hand, matchbook
encased in the fist of my heart,
a burning car roadside and footprints
leaving soot in a Rorschach parade.

Wearing a blanket of leaves,
dark green folds …

I Brought Mountains with Me to Iowa

but only I could see them.
Others saw a bank of clouds
on the horizon, potential rain. I saw
the Cascade Range,
my mother’s face
face toward them, lit
by …

In Praise of the 30-Week Ultrasound

A wholeness moves within all half-seen things,
a certain gravity when pigeons call
beyond the eye’s periphery, and rainfall pings
against the windows of the hospital.
We see a face …

What to Donate

Clothes in cuts of shirts, pants, coats, jackets, sweaters, blouses, nightgowns and robes. Not
underwear or bras – throw these out. There’s too much of her in them to give …