Equinoctial

Returning

To the close-at-hand

We find

An ordered universe

And we drift

In that balance            

American Fire

From the public domain

Screams of the mothers             

echo through these hills             

not so far away             

from the women searching             

through the rubble of a school             

for their murdered daughters             

finding them             

not so far away             

from this field full of robins             

in this naked scenery of March            

suddenly drying in a pitiless wind             

soon to burn             

lovesick for awhile if we're lucky             

soon to burn             

—After a Tomahawk missile struck Shajaareh Tayyabeh Primary School 

in Minab, Iran, at the beginning of "Trump's War" on February 28, 2026

Waiting Out the Storm

JO'B

A cold rain blows in              

Chilled in an abandoned barn              

Sheltering with ghosts              

The Longevity of the Local

JO'B

 

Still standing

in evening shadows

Night pours in

through broken windows

Built to last

on the ground we grew on

Memory's Hill

JO'B

                    The trees are streaked with rain,

                    Ribbons of sky ripple in the ditches,

                    I move through the visible world

                    No longer expecting someone present,

                    The people I have loved

                    Lined up over memory's hill

                    Stretching back into the mist,

                    And it's enough to know

                    Most of them loved me back,

                    Once upon a time.

Hindsight

JO'B

 

The subtle tones               

intrigue me most,               

would that I had been so.               

Nightwalker

keep on                           

my soul                           

no other light