PinnedColleen KeefePoetry: 1990–1992A collection of works from another century.Mar 31, 2021Mar 31, 2021
Colleen Keefecanopy songIt’s a song I sing: my heart, an old metronome pounding a slow beatJun 22, 2023Jun 22, 2023
Colleen KeefenamingWe gave them names, once - birch, celandine, cicada - palms pressed against barkMay 17, 2023May 17, 2023
Colleen Keefetree songFireflies crisp in air. Dusk tilts this night to pitch black. Trees sing themselves down.May 12, 2023May 12, 2023
Colleen KeefeBearing WitnessOn days like this, it turns dark too early, heat leaching from brick by degrees as night sinks into bone.Feb 6, 20231Feb 6, 20231
Colleen KeefeHaiku TriptychWe speak of sorrow as if it is a dark stone, and not the oceanSep 21, 2022Sep 21, 2022
Colleen KeefeThe White Pines RememberI think the trees remember us still the way we used to hurry along mossy trails,May 23, 2022May 23, 2022