BLUEPEPPER

 Yolk  Hay sticks cling to speckled egg shells—a way to enter sun-moon-lamppost light unless boot soles carry the yellow stalks back in. The...

28 Thinking about  How you let  Your tenuous  Hold On continuing Slip away Without a protest Leaving only echoes of  Questions  And assumpti...

the bollard there’s a bollard just outside my window and it’s bright as hell and I can’t help looking at it as I write I don’t remember it b...

Bollingen Tower After the divorce, when I was eight years old I would spend summers here with my mother In a one room flat in Schmerikon. My...

I Age Arthritis and aging make it hard, I walk gingerly, with a cane, and walk slow, bent forward, fear threats, falls, fear denouement─ I t...

 The Rose and the aroma  She shows me hospitality fit for a king, and the countryside brings out the love hidden in me. The sun out in the d...

Piano hands Today’s delivery will include a pair of those new trousers with the extra-large pockets, designed to accommodate the phone I’ve ...

Yogini’s Departure  The terrier/coonhound DNA emerged today full force. I had very little say in the matter. The song sparrow hopped freely ...

At Wappa Dam the young heron steps across the patchwork platform of lily and algae its silver slivers of teeming water near the shore with i...

Afterlife   In the farthest reaches of the afterlife, the old men gather each day, although day and night are meaningless to them, just assi...

Spindle Point   His first thought and perhaps the most provoking as he gazed from the dock, was the continual, rhythmic oscillation of the l...

Out of Mind so focused on the fifth anniversary creeping up since the fourth driving the road beside the river swinging the bends outlining ...

the fate of winter moths sitting on the  stoop, concrete sodden with the chill of late winter. the air acquires a coolness like your first b...

 Where Bleach and Fabric Fresheners Can Take You  Jen had loved stories where a young woman dragged a small suitcase into a sparsely furnish...

Near the Calvert Cliffs Nuclear Plant A shark’s tooth dries in my hand, on this day that marks the twelfth year since I’ve last spoken to my...

Hell’s Gate Bridge A trick of moving perspective: a speedboat expresses its wake through the red-painted railing of this black-arch railroad...

Someday you will die and strangers will come into your home They will buy your lace wedding dress, your polished chess set, the stained-glas...

What remains All that’s left of the fallen— a fan of feathers in the grip of warring winds     plumage splayed  on rain-licked asphalt. Wint...

The Wound Dresser At noon, if you’ll just take a walk in the park, sit on the green bench by the ale-colored pond and wait she’ll come to ca...

Your Inheritance   So what of mine should I leave to you? My clothes? They’re more utile than fashionable. I could gift you my books but not...