20th Century Unclosed and Unclothed Not all about the last century, necessarily. There is the one before that as the furrows of the ploughed field. There is the magic numen of this hand now, holding pen or Finding … Continue reading →
Invitation Same idea soothing minds of their fritters and wasteful worry, a few passionate stems, shoots from the harvested crop rows of stubble, the mounds, hills, depressions of the land. Holy places of Bedlam released to … Continue reading →
Conclave Those who come before, The ten thousand angels merged in a murky river, The brown god sliding by with the poet’s arm in a sling. The maze of the underworld a Spring surrounded by flowers and bees. … Continue reading →
RBG, Mother, Sculptor An analytic of years for the sculptor to feel space as it can fill and be called, the object of our desires bulbous and red as fruit, elongated as the eviscerated stomach with its tubes … Continue reading →
She Got a Way Back to early dream words that got away, monumental soldiers still shouldering their weapons, not immortal because still alive. Not original, as these thoughts have come from somewhere, from someone no doubt since we … Continue reading →
Mountain Baby The closing of terrible mortal things, the heat and blown stuff of people scattered, picking their lives like refugees in flight, masked against plague and pandemic. Efforts on all sides like the busy flies feasting on … Continue reading →
Horse Kitchen What is the rhythm of the thundering hooves, the jogging mind with a burn. An earth rebound of deep and tiny releases like chiropractic of the animal spine. Tiny house in the pines where wind and … Continue reading →
Uncertain Ends Who says a place has wings and sings of its slow drip and its hurried cavern carried inside us. It’s the best to drop the fence of existenz and leave the naming to sky and fortune. Old … Continue reading →
Soul Scapes Travel with Pharaoh’s Cat Borrowing bodies, floating screens and avatars, the joints of our issuing forth. The bruises of our questions on the wings of seeming to approach, As the horizon accepts stars, moon, sun, twilight. I am … Continue reading →
Autonomous Return The great bland bliss lets slip the lips and Sees the beginning and again emerges full, Replete, ready for reactions. Fullness is an element of emptiness. Scaffold of the flux, train schedule for marbles spilled on the floor. … Continue reading →