Isolation

The Auroras of Autumn

Sunday Morning

Isolation Is Not

The Hour Of Isolation

Praise Not Me

Looking At The Rain. Are You Looking At The Rain

The Day With No Amibitions. Grey. Grey.

Poetry Isn’T A Salve I Put On My Burns

Serious As A Bell, Deep As A Housewell, I Was Young

And When We Wake

Moment To Moment, Is This My Afterbirth Or Afterlife

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So Far From Home For So Long

Relatively Painless Day

Moonrise Among The Crumpled Swans Of The Bed Sheets

Even Though It’s Only The Canada Geese

My Life And Work

Infrequently Asked Questions

Won’T Meet Most Of You In A Lifetime

It Isn’T The Illusion That Binds You

I Don’t Want To Have My Eyes Glazed Over Nacreously

Listening To The Nightsong Of The Silence

Drunk On Nettle Wine

If I Were A Poet

Because I Don’t Confront You

Someone’s Cut The Tongues Out Of The Bells Tonight

Get These Golden Nets, These Chains, Off Me

Dancing With An Old Man Under The Moon

Over Here, You See

The Loneliest, Most Protean Modes Of Madness

Could I Breathe The Stars

God, I Hurt Sometimes For Reasons I Can Only Guess

It’s Not Like The Face In The Flower Of The Star

Basking In The Silence Of The Cooling Day

Each Window Its Moon

The Leaves Tremble

Demonic Spirit Among The Numb

Humbled On Earth, Exalted By A Star

Undevoted, Free, And Wild

A Thing Is Adapted To Its Fate

Promethean Contentions

Meet Be Beyond The Otherside

Driving Up To Mayberly

For The Love Of Peace: : : Poetry Challenge

Blue Fire

And It Doesn’t Matter Who I Am Now

Permian Impacts

It Doesn’t Matter Who I Am Now

I’m Learning To Dance With Eclipses

Ten Hours A Day Painting In The Half Wild Fields

Bitter

Long Ago

Fire Flood Blood Or Ice

To See The Glee In Your Eyes At Eighty

My Dead Wife (1814)

I Keep Returning To This Line In My Childhood

Illusion

The Long, Dark Night

Long Day Painting By Myself Down By The Lake

Choosing Isolation