the form of birth and death the smell of some flowers are one of the happiest feelings to me, common leaves are a base of plant scents plants don’t create sounds (by themselves) trees can represent mystery with their angles and obscured spaces slow spontaneity
More Than Just Us A hawk broke their shoulder, collided with a building encroaching their wetlands. The hawk was taken in,and with time and care, their shoulder healed. They were to be releasedat the urban pond where found injured. Dozens of us gathered on a clear mid-autumn day. They brought the bird over in a crate, said a few words […]
The Seven Men of Eptagonia (with interjections from my grandfather) In a small town up the breast of the uppermost land mound there is a land of Seven Corners where – They do – there are seven men who like to sit on the seventh corner of the seven bendy hills – They Do! – positioning their white plastic chairs […]
The Veil In the light I whisper promises, Carried by the winds, As they echoed softly in the moonlit sky. I speak of my sorrows and plead my case, I shatter and break in that endless space. In between the knowing, That thin veil which holds the question, I lay all my tears and desires. I rest by that creek […]
Morphologies emerge in variable ways,
Protruding through space and time,
Yielding multifarious mazes.
Frozen in a burnt copper substrate, surrounded
With whorls and tides of a creature’s past, a steadfast
Four slats of discolored wood possess salmon streaks and steel
All night, your cheeks were hot, little one. I listened to your wails through the crackling yellow monitor next to my bed. Your father and I threw off our covers and walked up the stairs to your room. He lifted you from the crib and held you against his chest. Your cries became whimpers. I got out a plastic syringe […]
Ring in two by twos,Twinning from the same root. Count the yearsOh! The years —You can only see themWhen they’re sliced in two.Cut down, dismembered,See what they’ve been through: The summers, the winters,The hunters, the gatherers,To them: time is celluloseAnd the sound of water coming close. I see you. Your bark couldn’t save you.What you built over the agesWouldn’t hold; […]
Blue eyes, sometimes grey and stormy Others clear as cloudless day. One moment safe Enveloped in translucent depths Next, the ice wall melts Glaciers crash below; an enormous splash Waves build A mountain face of swirling color, kaleidoscope of shimmering light Smothering Drowning Swallowing blue and salt and foam Choking Spewing Struggling to swim up Desperate for air Weak arms […]
Sure Thing It is that with which the wind blows And the snowflakes carry from the skies The mountains echo in their deep crevasses The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse The child has in her smile The earth in her soil The dog in my arms. It is that with which spreads the smell of rain The mist […]
I’ve dropped my broom