The sky is all fullof those marshmallow cloudsand I feel young againas I'm dodging these crowds,the week's winding down(as the Summer is, too)and I hardly can waitto fly back home to you.If you grab a blanketI'll grab my guitar,we...

Getting together with some old friendsSomeone asked what we miss mostAbout our twenties. I answered theLack of cellphones; if you wanted toReach someone new, the answer wasIn a book, and if I wasn't home thatMeant I was busy doing...

In late winterwhen the snow loosens its gripand the earth begins to breathe again,a purple crocus lifts its small spearthrough the cold skin of the prairie.No one teaches it courage.It simply rises.The valley waits quietlyunder the wide sky of...

The engines are already turning.Dust lifts from the roadlike breath rising from the earth.Convoy is leaving.And still she pausesto send a handful of lightacross the distance.It is okay, she says,to not have the answer.You have always been too hardon...

I. Mars Has Gravity, TooThey said,“Welcome home.”As if home were a dooryou step throughand not a planet whose atmosphereyou must relearn how to breathe.Mars has gravity, too.It just pulls sideways.I left the forests.Left the moss that knew my weight.Left...