Bill Kimzey

It is hard to see the mountain for the forest. This time of year it is easier. After an early snow blackberries and wild roses lay flattened...

A rustle in the canopy too muffled for a squirrel. I find red in my binoculars. A crest. A pileated woodpecker resolves from the green silen...

-          -  September, 2015 There was only one candidate, really, that had so many opposite pairs of small rounded leaves. We ...

Sugar stained The despair I felt toward the end of summer that leaves would fall before I learned the names-- do I feel it still? It is ...

Much is Given I had a thought about planting tomatoes. I would plant romas. I like their shape. They make me feel useful with ...

I imagine it blue or green. I am certain it is a button. So sure I am that I don’t smell it. Everyone had a parka, right? With thic...

Shipwrecked Bone-tired, salt-sprayed for years exhaustion washed longing from my body. I listen for a siren and welcome rocks. ...

The Tree Open the door and inside, the bible and prayer. I hear all the words and sprout leaves. I don’t want to bear more fruit but I...

Treated to Refusal Creosote bled onto the sidewalk. At a glance the telephone pole was dissolving into its shadow. But the edges weren’...