the honeyed river of summer

the honeyed river of summerflows through my open windowas I drive home through Nisquallydust in my eyes and shadows on my tongue I’ve been watching all the omens:a pregnant fish split opena flock of gulls headed to the mountainsI hear that raven finally stole the sunnow that everything else has already been stolen lives, andContinue reading “the honeyed river of summer”

Portrait for Lady Agnew of Lochnaw

Shape me.Chisel me up some accomplishments.Don’t erase this mind with those smooth Sargent strokestrading a life for an eternal raised eyebrowreplacing a well-woven historywith a few lines about beauty.  Don’t neglect the indents in my flesh —the armchair grasped too tightlyreupholstered in silk and nervous twitches.Carve my jaw hard like I grind it at nightbutContinue reading “Portrait for Lady Agnew of Lochnaw”