Where time began her travels, Among her peoples, wrapped In shawls on an ocean, A raft of music naming the generations For misfits of gnomes and gashes of genius Left over from volcanoes in the garden, The creeper … Continue reading →
Regular rhythm of breath and Ipso facto of mind Tiring out its own welcome to look within. The inner critic signed on to the team, The second half non starters now doing the Nugget’s job. Winning in the chandelier … Continue reading →
And so it goes. Absolutes don’t absolve us. No one is nobody. Ants and insects work with molds and fishes and arachnids, So sensitive To what we are blithe and blind to. We are unable to pay proper attention … Continue reading →
Sticks build a house, Free against the walls of material constraint huffing and puffing, We raise the roof with our prayers. The ask of shelter is a Russian bribe, A whole people maligned, Peace destroyed. Who shoulders the guilt … Continue reading →
How lift and pull, So easily the string unravels. The shirt of hair no longer needed, Even in the cold, blossoming ice. She had a strange dream, A tempest of belongings scattered all over the road. Over ourselves, confusion … Continue reading →
High time for deeds mumbler. Put your face to the page, Your ear to the sound of howling. The dimmest minds pool in a flood of hunger, Soggy with the beast that is our inheritance Of algae and mold … Continue reading →
Do patterns truly match the mind of God? In physicality of light or in comprehension, Passive yet seized before the infinite unfoldings Within and without us. By far the greater part without us, Adding so exactly to hearts so … Continue reading →
Bland and bad ass at the same time. Bored, redolent as kindling ready to catch spark and Swap the Kingfisher for the Nightingale, The ground for the air. See the turtle baby working on his shell and Liberation is … Continue reading →
No landscape lasts forever, As much a truism of geology as the model of human repetition, Faces and more loaned at birth from what went before As variations on our theme. Our wet dream of touching structure, theory, template … Continue reading →
Morning goes on forever for those we lost in the afternoon. Mangrove, elephant grass putting the sky pieces with the water pieces. Why is the stream such a masterpiece of sound? The moss so vulnerable, Unable to move from round, … Continue reading →