Birdsong turns the stone to tears
Fever dream
Maybe this was the real work, the
elbow-bent nighttime writing,
mapping the river that pierces the wood
Happiness
Tofino
Raven shakes needles on our table.
Cedars and starfish.
The squirrel won’t leave but he does.
View from a tent
You don’t have to do it
You just have to let God do it through you
The mighty Elwha
Subtle discourse
No thank you to A.I. glasses
Give me the eyes of the heart
Joseph mulls it over
Detail from Nativity, Master of Salzburg, 1400.
Utrecht Journal 