April 2011

The French lilac, backlit by the sun, shimmers like a bright green sail against the still-open woods. A field sparrow’s rising trill.


This will be the last new update until May 17th; I’m off to the U.K. to give a poetry reading and visit friends.

The rain’s stopped, and high winds rearrange the clouds, holes opening and closing as if in a game of chance: guess which one hides the sun.