Poetry & Other Writing


My poem, Sixty, went live this week on “More Truly, More Strange, an Anthology of Poetry In Augmented Reality”. It’s a Snapchat-enabled project. Link, here.

Here’s a written version:


Standing in mist

that autumn evening,

waiting to go, 


sixty snow geese overhead,

a vast hushed company, 

swirling clouds together.

Muted wingbeats thrumming, 

potent as a divination, 

I could not leave them, 

could not move

as their wings brushed winds 

upon my upturned face.


photograph: Snow Geese Flying by Ken Archer | Art.com