p e r e n n i a l 

photo of the poem "perennial" from chapbook with the leaves and stem of a plum oxalis in the corner.

An annual practiceas a way of learning,a way of knowinga way of growing.To come backyear after yearsifting through the newunearthing the oldtracing my waythrough tangled rootssome thick, some slender beginning to curlaround the base of a containerno longer quite large enoughsearchingfor a wayto fit or, perhaps,seeking a new placeto stay. From scatter, 2019 Again, I find myself … Continue reading p e r e n n i a l 

ten years later

when you are driving down a familiar highway more slowly more carefully than you used to and memories rush back with a surprising lack of pain the resentment the ache the sting replaced by amusement ah, the messiness of youth you say with ease. how strange and how sweet to find bitterness mellowed by time … Continue reading ten years later

on age

if there is something you think you are too old to do you better hurry up and do it because you're not getting any younger and that thing is not getting any done-er.