Speculative Friction “Mystery stands with us and speaks through us as we chant and drum and hum our connection to that hidden world that stands beside and inside the one in which we…

Speculative Friction “I went thin as pears, all sliced-up and see-through. I went halfway to happy. I went to a place where I don’t have to answer. I went sniff in the air.…

Speculative Friction “The bear wasn’t ready for winter, or me/sitting behind the glow of fire/he could not see through/or the Montana Longbow sleeping on a log./My dozen poached trout could’ve landed me a…

“Writing is magic. I have no idea how I go about it, or why it sometimes flows and other times doesn’t. But I do know I was given a lot of gifts, including…

“Stuck? Here is a little apartment where the coffee got cold/and the woman of his dreams sits up in bed/eating hangover ravioli while this man rewrites instructions/on how to load a website full…

“For this group of poems, I adopted the prose form to invoke the voice of an anonymous speaker, perhaps snatching truth and wisdom from the four corners of creation, independent of time and…

“Before a bulldozer came to flatten/the house, neighbors knew it would happen, looked/out from their late poker games and pool cues,/lifted bottles to the past, when we were/still alive, not quite in our…

“When I began writing poems about my parents’ deaths, which happened three months apart, it was difficult to write anything. It was especially difficult to write grief poems and want them to be…

“The me that is me eats cheese and wishes there were more chocolate in the gorp. The you that is you fixes on the only point you cannot reach, a messy hike over…

“In the dispiriting wake of a dispiriting election season, I felt the only sustainable way forward would be to choose kindness and love—the soft power of water—not the obdurate hardness of anger and…