All that pulls at the lines of infinity, All bundled together with your feeling For the unhoused mates, the rogue emotion Ravaging the thin stalks of me. The haunts I make for you of ketchup and buns toasted, Cut grass … Continue reading →
Child of Summer Wind of Winters long Tucked behind the ear of the mountains, As a pencil, the nub of glasses or the loop of a mask. Delicate ear shape, Lobe of the girl child and folded skin, Turned … Continue reading →
How much time does it take to be well with things, The vast and intimate things now inside us Not as memory or idea but as mutuality, In the creation of strain, torque, torpor in the vacuum, The emptiness, … Continue reading →
Swathe Brief, enormous the dark, The morn, the time between world and breeze, land and air. You left a ladder between here and there, Basement and rooftop, Crown of the head, sole of both feet. Palm trees on … Continue reading →
Between the worlds, the drift of light, the place of peace and pain, dust and wind. Voice of ones under the wind’s patient strolling beyond the dunes of shore, On the open water of the sky with hair bristling in … Continue reading →
Cannibals of Animals and Ideas Terrible terrible, the clang of the pipe, the drying plants in pots, concrete button holes, Turrets, nooses, scaffolds of the cross now shaggy from the beards of moss As from a great Oak in … Continue reading →