Write Talk
Write Talk A path of healing, following the line of pain in the hip, down the leg and around both bindings of the groin – deep large tendon, nerve pain. Stretch, exercise, what else to think of than escape, relief … Continue reading →
Big Numbers, Small Us
Big Numbers, Small Us Mathematics called to little pains and wind, The best flowers of a season’s expectation calling, Called, backing up into the story. The arrivals of the old brood pushed up in the tides, Taken back out over … Continue reading →
Splayed
Splayed Such speaking of things, their mute origins, presence in the morning Sitting on a table like a bowl. Like music on the air, travails wash up the gulley sides with detritus of the flood. The thunder and night almost … Continue reading →
Plop of the Precipice
Plop of the Precipice The day she rose in heat and flames, same as ever, as ever dripping with new birth. Some One’s inside writ large, itself a microcosm within a macrocosm of self, universes with no end. Her crinkled … Continue reading →
Time in Time
A time out of time, just in time,Time for time to take up lutes, harps and a clavichord,To hold the fiddle just below chinCrooked to shoulder neck space for the body of theLittle wooden beauty to tune with the bees … Continue reading →
The Fate of Our Mating
The Fate of our Mating Sought out in safety for so long, Putting pins in dolls, mesmerizing with chicken blood the sinister plagues and the destitution of not having enough water. The great melt and die off is on. A … Continue reading →
Lustre
Lustre The great tickle of interiority fixing the view As contemplation fixes nothing, A good rest, a meal and some sleep, Such are the fixes of humility and the rails of air in the terrible sand. Who broke this rut … Continue reading →
Part of Us
Part of Us Wind of us Through us Down around the bend of us, Finally not about us at all. But of course, we are the instrument that brought us seeking, Weeping joy at the moment, at its indifference and … Continue reading →
Hill of Ablution
You are good me, bad me, proud me, sound of me, sick of me. I want the out, of you, I want out of me. A time of motion, breath, mountain air. Pride goes the Fall, the open mouth of … Continue reading →
Find a Song
Find a Song The broad boulevard of the people decorated, festooned As if a jungle In neglect could bloom such ideas. Weeding the flim flam and dross we came up dripping wet With birth songs of a far shore So shining … Continue reading →