Bird Singing in the Moonlight

          After the Morris Graves painting Black bird perched on a black rock beak wide open           head bent in song tangled brushstrokes braid webs, white and yellow           upward to the moon sound and form collective in song. But what song is […]

Pleasure

is so hard to remember. It goes like the pinfeathers that drop from the geese roosting all day around the hot springs. Or like the regurgitated owl pellets that litter the ground under the tree where the great horned owlhas roosted since six twenty-two this morning. Cast off the plant matter, bones, fur, feathers, bills, […]