Café Venezia

Café Venezia

We have come to open up the morning like a newspaper just like the one in the hands of the red-bearded man sitting 6 feet in front of me He sips coffee & the paper quivers words fly off the page and circle the room The front window glows with light Across the...
Yellowstone River—Livingston, Montana

Yellowstone River—Livingston, Montana

I have come to arc pebbles into the river talk with the cottonwoods holding on tight in the wind.   In the distance, bruise-colored mountains scrape clouds from the sky send ropes of water   down to carve trenches in the earth’s brown belly huddle in small...
A Daffodil Under Close Inspection

A Daffodil Under Close Inspection

Today, under a sudden blue sky, I knelt down In the grass, dipped my head and saw:   six slender men wrapped around a single pistel, gold dust on the anthers, a black sailor drinking new wine, a fragrance, a hint of green inside the yellow cup, a small,...