Bay Area / Napa (January 2019)

Inside your head the sound of glass
—Richard Siken, “Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”
a blue sky glimpse
—Andrea Cohen, “Brutal”
a quiet skin
—Laurie Sheck, “A quiet skin”
a wall of all your words
—Rose O’Neill, “I Made a House of Houselessness”
enter, through me
—Marnia, “I must be able to protect you”
just as it was from the beginning
—Margaret Atwood, “Against Still Life”

Olympic National Park / Mount Rainier (July 2012)

his wings are folded on your nest of boulders
—Roy Campbell, “Tristan da Cunha”
building gardens in the fire of god’s vacuity
—Tim Keane, “Arabesque”
the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone
—Richard Siken, “Saying Your Names”
I would follow your soul as it leads
—Sara Teasdale, “I Would Live in Your Love”
then like a poison he drank the fondness of the years.
—Amrita Pritam, “Empty Space”
honey dripping down the bear’s face
—Eileen Myles, “The Honey Bear”
until its magic burns the wavering sea
—Denise Levertov, “The sea’s wash in the hollow of the heart…”
we come now to the space which is boy-shaped.
—Ann Darr, “At Sixteen”
searching for the hand that planted them
—David C. Hightower, “Invisible Houses”
touched like water burning bare skin.
—Anne Marie Macari, “Book One”
spell-bound in the small circle of his own light
—Sylvia Kantaris, “Body Language”
it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time
—Don Marquis, “the lesson of the moth”

Franklin Conservatory (April 2013)

I could believe my body accidental
—Kimberly Johnson, “On Divination by Filaments”
like the dust of a strange country
—Joy Harjo, “Songs from the House of Death, Or How to Make It Through to the End of a Relationship”
a dream bloomed
—Ronn Andrew F. Angeles, “Study of Water”
every part of them blithe & smooth & touchable
—Lucie Brock-Broido, “After the Grand Perhaps”
these signs that lead you to my door
—Gwendolyn MacEwen, “Open Secrets”

Antelope Canyon / Sedona (December 2012)

and the river rises like a barn on fire
—Richard Siken, “Saying Your Names”
your real smile
—Jorge Luis Borges, “Two English Poems”
a jar of fireflies
—Erin McNellis, “he said: you talk a wide variety of nowhere”
God comes to your window
—Dorianne Laux, “Dust”
slowly the night unravels like a ribbon
—Oliver de la Paz, “Aubade with the Moon, Some Bones, and a Word”
at sunset I will see the seekers of gold
—Jean Genet, “Le Pecheur du Suquet”
you make mirrors want to grind themselves back down into sand
—Shane Koyczan, “Skin 2”
For you, I lost the red and liquid breath of God inside my throat.
—Anya Krugovoy Silver, “Marrying Outside the Faith”
but sacrifice is not the river
—Carl Phillips, “Armed, Luminous”
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
—E. E. Cummings, “i carry your heart with me”
despite the splinters in my heart, I still love
—Laala Kashef Alghata, “Despite the Splinters In My Heart, I Still Love”
I taste the grit of heartbreak
—Joy Harjo, “Songs from the House of Death, Or How To Make It Through to the End of a Relationship”