a glint of sunlightoff of a tine is enoughto shoot my mind into awaking dream where we'reboth five years-young and i'mlooking down at a minnow dartingpast in a perfect little creek that driedup forty years ago while you squeal...

It was not a meeting...not in the way the world counts meetings,with names exchangedand futures quietly negotiated.It was something that arrived already whole...like a season that touches the skin onceand is understood forever.Love does this...it does not always ask...

We sign nothing on paper.We take oathsthe way frost takes a field—overnight,inevitable,leaving no corner untouched.We learn the grammar of dirt and wire,how to speak quietly to distance,how patience can be a weaponand still be mercy.We are not loud.We do...

It was in the narrow hour before evening,when the kitchen light became honeyupon the cups,and the window held the last blue breath of day,that The Woman spoke to me.Soon she would walkonto the Trail of the Spirits,where the old...

There was a time when morning seemedA continent no foot could cross,When one brief hour of summer lightOut-measured now a season’s loss;When every road beyond the hillWas rumor, promise, beckoning call,And love appeared a golden gateThat once passed through...