"Let my work begin afresh, rising, no hesitation - like an eruption, unwilling to be punched down . . ."
Writing Flora, Writing Fauna
"Before the waters vanished, this glebe breathed with sweet green grasses, bragged with purple clover, . . ."
"standing on crystal covered branch, she sings her lamentations, her uncluttered hymn . . ."
"the wooden screen door slams with an abrupt bang, it's Saturday, wash day, on the back porch . . ."
reaching for the sky
"Silent wolves gaze at the arctic hinterland, head erect, ears pulled forward, convinced of their divinity, cocksure of nightfall's oracle . . ."