Reggae Savior
Dressed in black, Must be the children of the Israelites. Johnny Cash as long as the grass shall grow. Memory hounds on the scent, On the hunted trail, haunted But by the dawn calmed. Placid wide river, carry us … Continue reading →
Rolf Stavig
It Starts with a Trickle
Dreams connect us, Make us, Bleed us slowly from the groin or neck of a great tree limb. Ambidextrous branch loading with leaves- The self-conscious numen of phenomenon, The melt of hands, the ceasing of aspiration As for a … Continue reading →
Bely
To hoof, to wing, to humanity’s early days, The archaic, the imagined, the dream time. Solstices and elliptics where the math describes mass Which bends space, which moves mass as if by gravity. Not all things turn back on … Continue reading →
Silent No More
Oh those grey eyed ladies, Satin backs and good advice To quit this and start that. Lamprey with sucker teeth hanging From a rump, just pulled from the water or Beached with his mates fleeing the Navy’s sonar sounds. … Continue reading →
Sunsets and Love
How much sadness is allowable? How will the crane hold his grey head and tap beaks with his mate? How the hours tend and the money spends itself, A few catch phrases and it’s gone. I arrived before the … Continue reading →
Some Other Woman
Ending the time of one for another, The moment scratched on the door, the cell, the self, Witness of continuity in solid world, A blemish, an open button of the blouse held by a string. The roads in need … Continue reading →
Stuck
Adhere, put on place where the power runs, Where the refugees once huddled and now live. Brazen with identity, all disagreements, Sporadic as shelling, as bombs, Mud, craters and first drafts. Thrown out and blowing down the plastic road … Continue reading →
The Past is a Bowl of Water
Like the music of the far shore glistening, The absent landlords, the high fees and Grimaces of people in line, thinking, Shuffling their feet and the air When still there were many insects alive. Vast majorities are dead now. … Continue reading →
Philosopher Found
It slips away as easy as cat’s milk, bone dust, plans. Memory jousts with confusion, lip synchs with extroverts and Bends back the paper back cover of a used book, A philosopher found. It must be Montaigne and what … Continue reading →
Unlikely Perceptions
Only the slightest opportunity to gather my humility and ask, Barely an interest in the falling snow Of seasons and the heat of minds taking notice Of arrears or evictions. Clever tendencies eviscerated, cloven, sunken, Meted out so again … Continue reading →