galium

forgotten history

who
invites
writes
erases
traces

so

river

loneliness

consciousness separates every entity

wet souls

Inert words,
golden light,
fire
leaves black, white.
This morning near me matters.
We are forever an occupied building,
roofless, raining indoors.
From above, a skirt in rags falls
with impossible
slowness.
It could be mine.
But is it?
Where is the proof in this
damp glistening
that I exist?

painting

chronicling poetic sequence
involves water
to understand life in an image
we may
follow the water
to
experience life in the image
we must
follow the water

Around 9.000 souls here,

close to the lake.

Small cities give the illusion

of  shut grey

but they are remarkable tenements

density disguised by lawn containment

and wide streets. 

It may be possible here to hide time,

 or interrupt the death of a dog.

It may be possible here to

 believe  

 ignore 

 dream

 wait

 safely.

Closed.

Clustered invisibility.

saint francis

Saint Francis is

modest,

low-storied, quiet.

Yesterday

Tony and I went to Dreschkas,

a dimly lit department store,

half asleep

and open erratically.

We parked and as we walked

in the furious hail and rain,

so cold for April,

a small ginger terrier ran past us into the street and was nearly hit.

Calling she came to me,

scooped her into my arms,

(she shivered so)

took her to the "Paws" groomer.

A large tattooed blonde

expertly gauged her puppy age

cooed and fed her a treat.

Mrs. Dreschka thanked us

for caring for the dog as she closed the store

("come another time")

because of the awful weather.

Later a heavy young woman

stunned by cold or heart or drugs

claimed our castaway

took her home

under an arm

one slow shuffling step after another.

(last I saw

her ginger tail

fiercely

hopefully

wagging)

las cosas

ries y llora

una broma

griterio

y tambien

un silencio enorme

esta mano

bajo poesia

en amor

con

una sonrisa mysteriosa

cut

epidermis

interdiction

beithe (bey)

before sleep

lowering as a sky
muffled
a great surround thickness
an under realm
the unplaced where
of roundness
before sleep

rooms

A dream

finds a way to do something to you.

In this episode you are an apartment.

Wallpaper covers past mistakes.

Colors here mean to enlighten and hope

influence health,

provoke interest

in your current situation. 

Your rooms,

intimate or infinite

cannot clearly be sensed.

This is an invitation

to create,

to imagine best and worst scenarios

express

shadows

illuminations.

What rooms

could be

if what was

represented 

was truly within?

danish dream

your apartment in noisy colors
wild wallpaper abstractions
that at night
transformed
by darkness
into indigo patterns
glows
with thousands of tiny lights
imbedded within surfaces
outside the kitchen
one joins
the sky
a thousand stars

mid-month

painting
mid-month
waxing gibbous
under
under
out from
under
painting
mid-month
tangled skeins
rain
Paula's water
(the quarry)
Andrei's water
(the dacha)
out from
out
out
there

lens

lighten up

you are not that important

birch

beithe (bey)

beithe that is the broom of summer

silver as a species adjective may first have been used in a Tennyson poem

bhurga  to shine

sap wine

The fruit, although  winged, may be obscure in some species

bherəg

resonance

Watenake:tarons

first

edge

last things

when
before sleeping you go to bed
write down things
don't forget
noor - arabic for light
or the Dove chocolate
foil wrapper  that
inside, printed, suggests
"indulge in dark"

when
before sleeping you go to bed
don't forget what you've read
imagine the
drowned books in the Orinoco
the poor boy who mourned them
or the
fussy blonde man with clean fingernails
in a small rich country
who never bothers
with poetry

woodstream

as a color?
can be white, ambient, unfocused
a glow at play
a brilliant luminescence
with undertones of raw siena, brilliant blue, sap green
even alizarin

scuds into view

what rises from it
as dark?

patience

needed
lack of

practice

with
waiting for

living
gift of

hail morning

new moon
38 degrees
hail
sound?
clattering
dry pans
rapid clapping
dry hands
watch everything whiten in fifteen noisy minutes
close up each ball still separate
pinhead to pea size
and not white
not close
but grey

afterwards
in the white
(distance)
the sound is hush
is muffled water
(close by)
slow
constant
soft

no damage!

old autumn leaves thoroughly moistened
(compost kickstarted)
sturdy crocus hyacinth jonquil underneath

pronouns for a painter

definitum


this
comprehending
the universal
in the particular
the particulate
the mote

is equally complimentary to

that
indefinite yet articulate
sense of
a body
or a  community
rather than an identity

fools day

there are so many fools.
born today
Melito called a prophet by Aurelius and Tertullian
Ceilach founder of Kells
Walericus on the Somme
also called Valery
Theodora sister of Hermes
martyred
Dodolinus whose extinction by murder
has no date only a place
my favorite is Macarius the Wonder-Worker
born Christopher
banished twice to islands in the wine dark sea
the world despises fools
their ignorance
their shining eyes
their clumsy hands
and lopsided hearts
roots them out
collateral damage (killed) in the
ongoing
conflict (war)
against insurgency (crazy unequivocal love)
problem is the problem
of fools
continues
unabated unsuppressed
without truce or treaty
for months
years
centuries