Gloom of Land
To the well with us, soaked in asking, Baked like a bun, brown as ground, Fertile as yesterday in our making. Have we been stranded or freed From the tyranny of ideas, The math of memory now stored by … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Uncategorized
Fugitive
The heart of the truth told dark That the shadow knows in the bright sun, Following, laying on hands As we touch the warm pavement to take our measure. Ample tug of the ten thousand sensations Gripping our imaginations … Continue reading →
Broken Bank of the River
There is no magic to closing your eyes and breathing after awareness. The cat looks back, the longing lines up. Telomere of ancestry gobbled by current demands. Damask, light Rat let out from the bag, Chase your flea bitten … Continue reading →
Chaos of her Cargo Cult
Something more in the light and shade, The green and black of bower and in between times Of dusk and margin where she loves to wile And the hours slip peacefully to sleep. To come full circle, emerging next … Continue reading →
Home at Last and Lost
Home is ever and never arrived, Borrowed from sleep With debt to dog and cat, plant and laundry. Show us the snow, poultice of memory Still wet from application, Sun up, sun down – still wet from application. The … Continue reading →
Plus
Body forth world from mind, mind from world with word. Let it be praise. Let it be true. Then the misfits of the engine fire entail birth pangs, the deaths, Loved ones crossed as we seem to be As … Continue reading →
Names
To try and change the name of God to something more personal, equivocal and alive Is to the distance and duration, as to the referent and the question. The body of thought itself resides, anticipates antipathies and from the … Continue reading →
Is it How or Why?
How much gardening, how much coffee, How much traffic for each of us, Ten thousand strong, how far the old dread had to crawl to reach the green earth. How the sails spread, How the lips curve Just up … Continue reading →
birds
Birds
Continue reading →Not Quite Made
Tracks of my children in the deep snow. The moment sure to fade with wind and next storms And then the coming Spring, maturity. The sterile moon now just past full Giving its pale desolation almost beauty If you … Continue reading →