where the road runs out the depth of choosing begins
poetry
The Depth of Choosing
What have you done with our kin that you swallowed, all dusted and silvered with raindrops?
The Smith River and the Lake Isle of Innisfree
On restlessness and holy waters.
The Peace of Wild Things
A poem for despair; a soft place to rest.
The Family
Two solid sorrel horses, and two spotted goats
