She Gives Birth to Fruits
She gives birth to fruits, whole, round and red. Blessed are the peas, the carrots, the mushrooms.
Continue reading →Angel of the Sideshow
Angel of the sideshowGrey and green and us in betweenGetting ready for bed,Ready for telling.Ready to stitch up the old wounds of the sea and sky. It was here we were broken,Here bled between worlds like rain.
Continue reading →Wheel and Rut
A piper practicing a new tumble of notes, The mix of dried weeds and caked mudpushed and hardened after the firewhere a wheel track has rushed through. The bent path.
Continue reading →Subsume Assumptions
We have worn the edges off the human body.We sit in the middle of the floor on a drop cloth,Ready to paint the ceiling.Embodying the manifold world.
Continue reading →Reference and Infinity
The pattern of numbersAs the atoms of wind,The diving birds in a dark sky,Thoughtful frames of reference and infinity.
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The Mind’s Eye on the Body’s Urgency
The mind’s eye on the body’s urgencyThe vein and river thrum of branches in the wind movingTipping to mirror back and forthPulling the occasional leaf.
Continue reading →Lumpen Hut
The nave tickled with voices, notes of song pouring down.Huts, lumpen, broken open, looking backwards or inward.
Continue reading →Craw
Cipher’s aidUseless in the crimp and covey ofSilent, inscrutable graffiti.Braille for sheep. Pools of standing waterMescalito’s broken galaxy.
Continue reading →Her Land
Her forehead sweetly tilts,Her hands otherwise occupied,Tallying on the abacus of forgetting and collecting. The hanging moon with its gibbous glob of orangeComing over the slump of the scudding horizon,Above the darkening bangs of her land.
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