Poem to right is from The Uncallused Hand,
a book published in September 2014
(winner of the Homebound Publishers Poetry Prize).
"This is poetry kindled by weeks in wilderness. Its muse is nature, which encompasses both the wild beauty of earth and the mystery of 'self' and its sometimes erotic, sometimes mystical, relationship with 'other'. The poems are lyrical, tonal, evocative – enamored in a sensual way by being, but also drawn at times toward the counterpart of nonbeing. The palpable world of natural detail is brought forth, yet the poems also echo with nuance, innuendo, archetype, and both meditative as well as enraptured levels of realization."
Please use these buttons to see samples from each of the book's 4 sections:
Before the lifted flower fades look at me.
Tell me again the story of your birth.
And since we're crying
let's lay my death down
in the green blankets of this vale.
I would overturn every stone to find
the one continuity that carries to tomorrow.
Your skin is all the earth has ever made.
And under the sky where we walk weightless
everything seems so true
as to empty the air of space
only the look of you.