Category Archives: Poetry

Hindenburg Syndrome

I   Open window light while you circumscribe my unused habits like thin shadows in diffuse patterns past the dark cherry shelves. Undulating, un-modulated speech like the window light and you – gently curving space in the fabric of this … Continue reading

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Water and Stone

~One~   Step out upon the bank of a river. Set out, begin – the first day a radiant downpour InundatingEden The morning, an empress – the light slides in Over blanket hilltops The morning blue soaks your eyelids Showers … Continue reading

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Deluge

captured, like the sea inside your glass, like the fractal nerves             dividing up and down your spine   your smile, replacement blood – it stands                                     in for the colors and the voices and the vestments not the touch … Continue reading

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Everlife

Little lights left on the blackest nest of all that is reborn – the sea is stillness your hair is a rocket tremble, my feet – we are not safe in this valley where all that ever wants to Be … Continue reading

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Fallout

we wake distributed       around behind the orchard where I harvested the fires, and slung them,             peppered ash, over the dying moon admonitions (and a sound       of rushing blue) where we had targeted       aluminum that bonds             skin to gardens full of … Continue reading

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Elemental – Excerpt from NEW “Call and Response” Series

weightless, you move like charcoal single exhalations turning lead             to golden skin,       you glow the storm clouds down the clean-picked bones of cattle slope directly       age by age: stone night revolves the ghosts we carry                   into frameless mist how the … Continue reading

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Night

spangled banner night comes crawling night comes night comes night, slow night tear-stained, fevered night comes creeping in the brush backed hills why do soft things linger slyly taunting us seducing us when will they come round to settle on … Continue reading

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