At the end of the Sound, where the pines have been pushed back by an unrelenting salt wind, you will find that jingle-shell beach— where little cups of pearly lemon peach stretch out endlessly. Put your hands to them and you will not know where to stop. […]
A poem about being a poet, based on Li Po and how he knew “the tea bushes flush with leaves, / sweet scent rising / from snow-petaled earth…”
“Do the shells still hear the sea…” asks this poem about loss, memory, and being.
“I used to dream of living in a garden,” starts this richly colorful sestina about love and wishes.
“I still want you / though it hasn’t rained in forever,” says this aubade poem, which also features a glimpse of the sea.
A poem about the disappearance of Arctic Summer Ice, “After Reading About the Iceberg Waterfalls” connects time to someone we love.
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