STORIES & PHOTOS

Here's a poem written on a chair lift Valentine's Day several years ago.


What I do
  
I ski better than I write
It's what I do
I ski in poetry – free verse, of course
Hips, knees and ankles generate my words
Etching long, sinuous syntactic carvings
Serpentine turns of silken smoothness
Interspersed with
Rapid
Succinct
Staccato twists
That punctuate
I ski better than I write
It's what I do