My Poems in The Heron’s Nest

The following are all of my poems published in
The Heron’s Nest, from 1999 to today (most recent provided first). I’m grateful to a long line of editors for selecting these poems, many of which I count among my very best.

       out of its skin
       out of itself
                XXIII:1, March 2021

toboggan run—
I discover
my coccyx
                XXII:4, December 2020

after the popsicle     the popsicle stick
                XXII:3, September 2020

silent night—
the bell choir bells
at rest in velvet
                XXI:3, September 2019

spring lightning—
a flower’s shadow
against the fortress wall
                XIX:3, September 2017

muddy trail—
every now and then
a peanut shell
                XVIII:4, December 2016

spring walk—
the train trestle
and its many shadows
                XVIII:3, September 2016

unsold pumpkins—
straw from the store display
trails out the door
                XVIII:3, September 2016

the skull of something
in the crawlspace
                XVIII:2, June 2016

ferry gift shop—
all the tourist mugs
gently clinking
                XVII:1, March 2015

from the ocean
                                to her moat
a bucket mostly spilled
                XVII:1, March 2015

tonight’s stars—
how long will it take
for my light to reach them?
                XV:2, June 2013

night crossing—
                     salt spray rises
up through the anchor hole
                XII:4, December, 2010

loons scattering . . .
a floatplane touches down
into summer
                XII:4, December, 2010

a still, starry night—
      train tracks
            wet with dew
                X:4, December, 2008

“On the Other Side, In Memory of Bob Major”
                X:3, September, 2008
 (memorial haibun)

the kite’s tail
ripped from knotty branches—
mockingbird song
                IX:3, September, 2007

“Kay F. Anderson, Life-Dancer”
                IX:2, June, 2007
 (memorial haibun)

ripples in the tidepool—
a quieter ocean
in my child’s shell
                IX:2, June, 2007

drifting cherry petals . . .
a window goes up
in the passing limousine
                IX:1, March, 2007

blue September sky—
the wordless things
we want to know
                VIII:4, December, 2006 (memorial poem for Francine Porad)

beached kelp—
we examine each other’s
life lines
                VIII:1, March, 2006

fog . . .
just the tree
at the bus stop
                VII:4, December, 2005 (memorial poem for Jerry Kilbride)

Remembrance Day—
my insignificant wince
at the misdirected poppy pin
                VII:4, December, 2005

Christmas Eve—
bits of a price sticker
stuck to my finger
                VII:3, September, 2005

her last breath . . .
the strings vibrating
on her dusty harp
                VII:1, March, 2005 (memorial poem for Elizabeth Searle Lamb)

crackling beach fire—
we hum in place of words
we can’t recall
                VI:11, December, 2004 (Editor’s Choice poem)

dwindling fire—
our conversation shifts
to death
                VI:9, October, 2004

leaves turning—
the toboggan hanging
in the dark garage
                VI:8, September, 2004

tax audit—
dents in damp grass
from the mower’s wheels
                VI:6, July, 2004

apples picked
and the casket chosen—
lingering sunset
                VI:5, June, 2004

tripod holes
in the creekside mud—
Yosemite dawn
                VI:4, May, 2004

day labourers
gathered at the Goodwill—
the dripping awning
                VI:3, April, 2004

starry starry night—
unfinished art school paintings
in the dumpster
                VI:2, March, 2004

frosted windows—
my weight
still on the gym scale
                VI:1, January, 2004

bookmobile day—
huckleberries bloom
along the white picket fence
                V:12, December, 2003

my neighbor’s bicycle
locked to the fence—
drifting plum petals
                V:11, November, 2003

quiet afternoon—
leaves on her desk
arranged by colour
                V:10, October, 2003

twilight lingers . . .
from the wrecking yard
flash of a blowtorch
                IV:12, December, 2002 (reprinted in this issue, in print and online)
                IV:10, October 2002 (in the online version but accidentally omitted from the print edition)

a skipping stone
strikes the moored sailboat . . .
autumn drizzle
                IV:11, November, 2002

summer afternoon—
the soda’s sound
changes as I drink
                IV:7, July, 2002

  cool summer night—
          a full moon
frames the bird feeder
                IV:6, June, 2002

a rest by the stream—
burrs on the tongue
of my tennis shoe
                IV:5, May, 2002

track meet—
a few grains of sand
in the drinking fountain
                IV:3, March, 2002

dew on the morning paper—
grass blades
                IV:2, February, 2002

dew drop
on a dusty grass blade . . .
the ant backs up
                II:10, October, 2000

noon sun
picnic cheese
                II:7, July, 2000

distant traffic hum—
the stone buddha’s
moss-filled crevice
                II:6, June, 2000

summer clouds—
a child scatters popcorn
on the fish pond
                II:6, June, 2000

lazy day—
our wrist watches
on the ice chest
                II:5, May, 2000

a leaf falls
from the greenhouse ficus
clap of thunder
                I:4, December, 1999