Sacks of Us
Sacks of Us Half apples, the goods delivered, The séance of sleep and sin broken by morning. The mourning of lost women, The siren songs of sea faring people and All of those men and women who never returned. Turn … Continue reading →
Behind and within the cloud of musical notes, a thread of line or rhyme As objective as anything else in the mind. A gentle tug, look and listen as the manifold multiplies by moon glow On white of twilit cloud … Continue reading →
Shelter of Mallorca
Who calls, who envies the vast touches, the light on leaves or Morning over the canopy of the rain forest, alive with bugs, Humid with the night’s mist, her inimitable repetition, Day in with hummingbird, day out with … Continue reading →
Placid but Tense
All the while and all of the wiles passed with idleness and indolence. Even humor and brevity have to take a break like a load of lumber, A front loader by the coal car. Faces rubbed by the backs … Continue reading →
Empty Shelves
Cabinet of bruises, long use, chipped plates, misplaced odds Ended up in a little less light, darkened by the cracked door and bent hinge. The knee connects the feet as marchers press and knot their uniform ties and The … Continue reading →
Antigone
Another murder suicide, Guns, old age, confusion – no longer able to “word find” In the fog smoke of the mind. No more blue skies in the apocalypse of asking after nature for her Thin rivulets and rain forest … Continue reading →
Staged Field
Do you really, And do you want to talk with me, gentle spirit on a hunger strike. The turn in, bedtime astride a wandering mare, Coupled to how we used to be, hobbled Perhaps in a field of moon lit … Continue reading →
You had your breath of Mary, your dance with Caesar and the kiss As La Demoiselle bent her long neck and padded down the paneled hall As an officer might on his wedding night. As a bride might worry … Continue reading →
Recapitulate The Heart’s Harvest
The dark one, Receiver of all songs, Fetch of all longing, Herself lonely as the break of dishes Fallen from her maiden’s cabinet With no one home but the cats and The kiss of wind on the rusty nails. … Continue reading →
All that Pulls
All that pulls at the lines of infinity, All bundled together with your feeling For the unhoused mates, the rogue emotion Ravaging the thin stalks of me. The haunts I make for you of ketchup and buns toasted, Cut grass … Continue reading →