Just a short video to say hello and about living in the real… which is to say, living where I am. Hope ya’ll are doing well. – Mick
Category Archives: Poet’s Life
when I struggle with finding moments of beauty in the world
(for Amanda, nearing our 10th Anniversary )
you are
a flock of butterflies,
floating lovely
against
the tornado
as I am swept off
in currents
knowing
this is
enough
a map a codex in layers
these calm nights, A reminder of every bitter cold wind, they cut my bones — memory its own kind of negative space wandering as I do a landscape, this map etched on the inside of my eyes, on the inside back of my skull, a series of spaces that have been other spaces before and others after: this wharf, the river here and about, the mountains — as I recall them — my father’s hands, the cornfields of my childhood, endless two lane blacktop, an eternal summer loop where I still walk
making rounds here in the land between the bridges