Scratching at the groundSleep at the end of the dayMigration as a quiet flood. Delta water moves lowerFinds the flat and level Her love left the rimAn exquisite finger likeGod creating Adamas from a cloud, white as knuckleCovering everywhere with … Continue reading →
Beard thick as brushThe girls comb the shoreThe wind tugs them out Out is out and outIn is lean, secure as twinerope, tarpaulin hung in the barnEye holes let in the rain The lamp with cracked glassOut and further outBefore … Continue reading →
Diaphanous and particularHere stretching to now and dozing asleepFacile, adding things up to nothing. Great infolded tail with a snake in its coiling eightIts infinity of beginning and endConsuming each other in creation. Blue with the airplane’s element,Black in imagining … Continue reading →
Beveled glass of the antique cabinetThe numen of the every dayThe grass above the crowdThe stones over the milling minds.
Continue reading →Broken wires of the fenceThe old brown groundThe train left its voice on the trackContinuous buzz of the insectsWinces.
Continue reading →She flags in the dinPhosphorescence beneath the wavescatching light.Limes, near missesRed is the direction of our arrivalClump together,Ample but still afraidLips self propelledSpeaking upScreaming outBlue is the skyBlack isYellow, green, blue
Continue reading →Dart downAsleep so deepBeyond retrieval DoorsWe are away todayDressed in socks and shoes Turning things over inThe glint of glassThe splash of fish
Continue reading →The Great Water Dance of shade needs the light source, however dim or back lit. Illumined from below, still, the dark world absorbs its cosmic quotient and turns. Timid is the eye before the light, always moving on, not quite … Continue reading →