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As It Turns Out

From the February 2022 Print Edition

Give me, I thought, a stand of tilted pinesguarding white water hurtling into mist.Give me a steep-cut torrent over stones,trout-bright, clear and fast. Or better, I wished, give me the reckless reachof a winter sea, heaved by moon and wind,salt-sweet mayhem roaring across a beach’sapron of . . . . Continue Reading »

This Blue

From the January 2021 Print Edition

The way the light of youfinds me through the hot,bright unnamable blue, that square of ancient glassin the high apse window,backlit at mid-day Mass: blue should not feel like burning,like a blazing lighthouse lamp,so here I am, learning this color like a childtoo young for words: this blueto seek . . . . Continue Reading »