Gods of Water and Air Coming Out Soon!

My new poetry collection, Gods of Water and Air, will be released by Kelsay Books in the fall of this year. A mix of poems, prose poems, essays, and even a short play, it will be an homage to the forces that grew me and sustain me: the ocean's edge, the people shaped by this landscape, our history, and above all love's failures and victories. Death's failure to erase it. It is really a book of odes  to these daily gods. Thank you, Karen Kelsay, for selecting it and giving me such scope to finish it! Here's a sample:

O Beautiful

As we pull up and park at Point Reyes,
            a woman lowers
            her binoculars,
                                    and points: Eagle! 
            We raise our glasses and scan
the hills, see a white-headed fledgling
                        standing on a ridge, outstretched
                                    wings sieving the wind.
            His pharaonic beaked head
                        turns slowly. Through trembling
                                    lenses, we watch the Golden
                        Quarter come alive--
                                    O, beautiful
                        Descending to the estuary,
we leave behind his practice flights,
            as he hoists up, free-falls and strikes.
                        His freedom is law-forged.
                                    He’s a leashed kite
            tethered to this range
                        where a few more eagles
                                    nest each year, their circles
            pruning shore and sky.
                        At the Lindsay Wildlife Hospital,
            a tethered eagle hops atop a cage.
His broken wing created a captivity
                        where he’ll live longer
                                    than his cliff-roaming
            cousins. He flaps
                        in tight
his wings’ dark flags.
                        We stand back,
                                    doubting the chain
                        as he puzzles us
                                    with a hard black eye.

originally published in Terrain