Words Along the Way:

Poems from the Blackbird Gate

A poem often begins with something small: a stranger’s kindness, a bird with an opinion, the sound of water against stone. Here I gather poems from journeys and ordinary days alike—moments I wanted to linger in, questions I couldn’t quite put down, and little pieces of the world worth carrying home.

Wren River Wren River

Red Route

We came down out of a night
that had somehow become morning

into the hidden country of the airport—

service roads, warehouses,
fences bent inward under years of rain.

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