In the Canyons
Tangled and tangential, Too real to be pretty, Too much of the past leaning into the future. Dumb bells to lift. Blue bells in a field of grass. The train goes by. People wave. We are working out in the … Continue reading →
Begun Again
Awake and barely a notion still breathing from sleep’s satiny wings, The lids boiling water on the stove transforming our liquid to steam. We all pass away. What of it on a beautiful Spring morning, An everlasting of briefness, … Continue reading →
A Thousand Pounds Sterling
It reflects nothing of you, me, The something deeper also a shade shying away like a light in the night. Equivalencies of relevancy as the tuna on the line, the last of her kind, The King already chum in … Continue reading →
Roller Coaster of Dilletantes and Fetishists
Dilettantes and fetishists await the turn of patience with shiny things the crowd might leave like a steel hoop at a construction site, a barrel wrap, a passage back to how things went from then to now. … Continue reading →
Slightly Swollen
Gonna have to and then some To get over the hump of myself and on To some greater or lesser spoils, Like age or compost, Fermentation or relaxation of our cellular bonds, our systems, our ideas. The Greater Antilles … Continue reading →
Marina
Marina That little blue sustenance, cheated on all sides, brought low as water does, finding the common rut. The river swells its bank. The cello is mournful with a girl holding it tenderly open as a chest. Heart strung, laundry … Continue reading →
Mayakovski’s Reservation
The temptations of light and roses blooming in the morning Giving some snow on the garden another name, another Harmony of cycles and contribution from our mother, Nature. Her indenture was never to us, Traveling so widely like the … Continue reading →
Rain in the Lake
Latitude, levity, the ability to raise up an army of rain from the sea, Cross mountains and snow down on the high terraces and everywhere cold enough to sustain you. To maintain you, great deity, As the earth still holds … Continue reading →
Going Out
What could be more perfect, The sunlight pouring down, Predictable as the birds return From God knows where. Her little secrets safe In a thousand million bodies on the wing. None lasting but Semblances past and projects not born … Continue reading →
Recollection of Our Considerations
Diaspora of the leaves now, The chased and harassed As the wet always breaks To something lower, seeping Toward the center of the earth For reassurance. We are still here, Carrying the heavy lids of fatigue And the suitcases … Continue reading →