virile russula caps
cluster the forest floor
thick smell of fungal bodies




Mushrooms and other fungal bodies are out in droves; reminds me of earlier days. Fungi are amazing. Full stop.
virile russula caps
cluster the forest floor
thick smell of fungal bodies




Mushrooms and other fungal bodies are out in droves; reminds me of earlier days. Fungi are amazing. Full stop.
a.
gold leaves
grey skies
from fullness only fullness

b.
moraine rocks circle oak-trunk
a petrine crown by moss-road
the prairie a fragile stability


c.
glacier’s gravel underfoot
earth bristles with leaf and stem
a whole universe of grass



d.
rough blazing star
a shard on hillside
aspens grove the ridge


I always say I’m excited to announce a new book. But this time I’m even more excited than normal. Gracewing in the UK has done me a great favor in bringing out a book that pulls out all the stops. O Shining Light: Old English Meditations for Advent and Christmastide is the first stand-alone, poetic translation of the Old English Advent Lyrics, a poem that opens the Exeter Book. (The Exeter Book is the first anthology of English poetry, copied down in the southwest of England sometime in the later tenth century.) You can get a copy here!
The Advent Lyrics are a set of short meditations on the “O Antiphons” sung at Vespers leading up to Christmas, and several others. (O Come, O Come Emmanuel” is based on the O Antiphons too.) The early English poet gave us a heartfelt, brooding, and celebratory poem. At the same time, it can be hard for modern readers to see what he is doing clearly at first blush, so we’ve included commentary that breaks open the poetic and theological riches of the poem too. Guides for individual and group reflection too make the book perfect for devotional Advent reading.
I’m particularly delighted because of the following features: my wife Mamie and I collaborated on the Introduction and Commentary; Daniel Mitsui provided illustrations inspired by Anglo-Saxon manuscript illustrations that frame the poem thru-out; Br. Paul Quenon, a terrific poet, photographer, and Cistercian monk, provided a welcoming and astute foreword; and the crew at Gracewing set the work in splendid typeface imitative of Anglo-Saxon script. It’s a poet’s (this poet’s) dream book.
Oh, and for anyone who might want to hear the original poem read aloud, I have posted audio files of myself reading the lyrics here. You can follow along in your book, just like when we were kids! 🙂

a.
stinkhorns, you’ve taken
all we’ve thrown your way
disturbance a way of life

b.
primrose blankets the broken ground
wort-wisdom making virtue
geese along the evening’s river


this new supplemental subgrouping of sna poems, the “supplementum anthropocenum” will showcase occasional moments of exceptional, natural rupture in the urban and other built environments.
in one of my seminars this term, my students and i are talking about how ‘nature’ isn’t ‘out there.’ (and the troubles that arise from the view that it is.) thought i should start taking it seriously in this series too.
here, a patch of stinkhorns continues to work down the wood chips in a median strip heading into downtown milwaukee (it fruits a few times a year), while a vigorous stand of evening primrose beautifies an abandoned lot on the city’s lower east side. how is this not ‘nature’?
a.
elms tower the swale
and feathered honey understory
stop listen see



.
b.
thick-cut rivers of bark
spleenworts humbling below
root yourself in the made



.
c.
zygomorphic spikes
of great blue lobelia
crowding our hasty retreat


.
sanders park state natural area is set within a park and ringed ’round by exculpating road(!). two different kinds of forest grow on swells and swale, an ancient terrace of lake michigan. an intermittent stream flows thru the whole; lots of wildflower and fern species.
thanks to racine county parks for keeping this patch of earth.
In honor of today beginning Fall Embertide, the Quatuor Tempora (Four Times) of fasting and prayer that go way back in the Latin Church, here is a poem from my 2018 collection Sunk in Your Shipwreck, “My Embering.”
(For any liturgy buffs: I do know that in the Extraordinary Rite ordo for this year the Fall Ember Days are moved to next week, but it’s b/c of a technicality of the 1962 reform that I’m not worrying about–since I don’t follow the old rite anyhow, I’m sticking with the prior 1400+ year tradition.)
a.
waxy white sentinels
urge the leaf-litter
bowed and tremendous

b.
turkey tail splaying for the world to see
gill-bearers make life from death
the deep wet black of rot



c.
jack-in-the-pulpit lobed rubies
frogs in the rain-filled tracks
under-story going to sleep



Muskego Park Hardwoods is an old-growth southern dry-mesic forest in Waukesha County, Wisconsin. Some past grazing has brought in new species of wildflowers, and a healthy blend of different hardwoods stand strong. Thanks to Waukesha County for preserving this old-growth community!
a.
a foot in boggy fossils
and cousins thrive together
your eyes a slippery flame


—
b.
you play the possum joey
on slick bare trunk
an image for when you’re grown

—
c.
mud on your boots and leggings
you sniff out gold-decked trails
and lead me to new crossings


—
the urban ecology center has three absolutely fantastic sites in milwaukee. check them out whenever you’re in the city.
this is a trio of “found living poems” for my kids, one for each.
green heron edging the prairie
toadflax honey-guide insatiable
the living world still alive



lakeshore state park is surrounded by lake michigan with a view of downtown milwaukee. restored prairie growing over earlier construction debris is the organic highlight–what we can do if we put our collective minds to it.
a.
waxwings hop the grapevines
a whole shrubby world
purple on gold on green

b.
the winds ebb and flow
the stemsea. passing cranes
heard but unseen in the grasses

kettle moraine low prairie state natural area is a wet and wet-mesic prairie in the scuppernong basin, supporting a number of rare plant species.