When I first arrived in Boulder
I remember heading to the Deeter’s
boarding house—that was
almost sixty years ago,
on the “hill” as it was called,
an eager student looking… Read more
I touched you once
In a moment that came in the afternoon of a day
Almost 100,000 years ago
Your breath felt in the wind … Read more
The bridge to platitudes is girded by mass shootings,
paved with cancer and Covid, bolted with the alloy-
thoughts ‘n prayers we shorten to TP and roll-out
on comment feeds … Read more
I pass pink roses wrapped in cellophane
and pick an orange, lemon, and a peach,
then bag an artichoke, Jerusalem strain.
I get striped toothpaste, … Read more