The spiral is an ancient number, A shade of former selves, Metabolizations of form seeking lowest paths As water or math in the pull of beauty, simplicity, inevitability. Reflections on reflection, conscious of itself comprehending, The glass plate holds … Continue reading →
Some obscure movement on the pavement like a suggestive shadow Or the wave of kelp swaying underwater, at night, unobserved But as the fishes and smaller cells of plankton survive with it In the wash, never dry, constant As … Continue reading →
Damsel of interior light, face of cognizance, lap of straw and honey, my head laid with you- ten cords drawn between our closed eyes and the heart of the sun beating. The warm of the day melting, the era … Continue reading →
The crowd of others fuzzing around my mind Like bees of words buzzing, Like the fast lane of traffic Now bumper to bumper eyeing each other Like the supermarket cue, Eyeing each other and what we buy, As a … Continue reading →
Braids, combs for the hair As buried artifact, As dog crouched, as Sphinx, Charybdis, Artemis in her field Brushing the path of wind in the farmer’s worries. Is it not all bound together As sheaves in the categories of … Continue reading →
Mountain ranges and slowly sloughed debris, Free of place or just falling as snow once did, Back to earth, back to water, timid As all who never escape time. Her little sister is talking with me about The temple … Continue reading →
It’s a literary journey of sleep and ego, The rasp of truth sayers, Ventriloquists in each other’s minds, Messing about with desire and fortune. The wheel unfolds from its rut To a different time and space, A landing where … Continue reading →
That old same thing, Nested as the groin, The urge of one for another and Her high call of existing. Revolutions take time As the blasphemers re-calculate sanctity As useful and ethical when on the run Or on the … Continue reading →
You bleed blue for Mary on her bed of roses, Her soft nose snuffing the pallid air of the holy ghost And her post partum purpose for the once uttering Of the ongoing and ever lasting word. The baby … Continue reading →
Dialogue with the plants, with the plains and the mountains Listening in with spells of uplift and morning and rain. Overture that on the trail the neon forfeits and Blast furnace smelters, that smeared the causeway with sheen, Are … Continue reading →