Andrew McKnight

Feb. 1, 2026

It is where the Christmas trees go 
to complete their journey
Four of them now, out
the living room window
Set gently on the edge of the wood 
ten feet away
leaning angled against two tall trees…

Our friend Maria
dances with words
and twirls with ghosts
as though she is intimate 
with the sight of sounds
and echoes moving in spaces
unseen

Stories of ancestors
of loss and longing 
as she peels back each onion skin…

Come, come in 
Come sit by my fire
Warm your soul, and your heart, and your fingers
You are invited in, to take your place
It is the season of gratitude,
and I am grateful for you

It is November…

A single bright cluster of crimson berry stands
against the dusky tones
and taut dry chill of early winter

The scents on the grey wind are hard to taste,
as the consequences of the season
have taken firm hold of…

I will not hate
you
because of how you look,
who you love,
where you were born,
who or how you worship
or whether or not you worship at all

I have no room for hate in my heart,
or…

Welcome to the world, dear daughter, welcome

I stand in a circle of four strong women
their stories intersecting,
overlapping
through time and space
the first three united not by blood
but by choice of men married

This new one…

An old favorite, short and sweet, from the seasons of the long dark nights, and perhaps more aware of our celestial companions

There is a shiny sliver of a moon
hanging in the crisp clear southwestern sky,
like a piece…

Panama, August 2004

El Bohio de la bahia
rainy season relieved
if only for the hour
Azure ceiling fleeting
teasing the constancy
of limitless horizon
and infinite Sea

The lovely Señora Gringita
emerges like the mermaid
alone with the surf…

We had the luxury of having a beautiful old Vermont house to ourselves on a warm spring day. Sort of like being lost in time, with the world all around. I hope this captures the essence of the lives chronicled…

A summer sunrise in the south is a sacred happening - the sounds, sights and smells of dew covered greenery, birds awaking, and the sun slow to lift from the eastern fields.

I lay with my lover in a predawn…