Monday, June 30, 2014

올라

up

올라



올라
올라
올라

실례합니다

보기

올라

---------

up
up
up

excuse me

look

up

-------


digt



Svækkelse
ord,

svækkelse
fugle,

falde i havet.

Jeg

svække.

Forstumme.

Falder i havet,

dette hav,

dette digt,

mig.

________

Weakening
words,

weakening
birds,

fall into the sea.

I

weaken.

Silence(d).

Fall into the sea,

this sea,

this poem,

me.





dream


After midnight
a thunderstorm
passing swiftly
cleans the air.

I walk through the early morning,
into an emergency room,
peeking into consulting cubicles.

Doctors are treating injuries -

a geographer half smothered by nightmares,

an amber gatherer with burnt fingers,

and an oil rig worker,

coughing in endless eruptive spurts.

Weirdly, the only
sounds are birdsongs -

the white crowned sparrow,
(geographer)

a chickadee,
(amber gatherer)

a robin
(oil rig worker).




Sunday, June 22, 2014

solstice



counting coup

haiku counting syllables
7  5  7
coup? 19 but 12 will do








disadvantages of systems

to list
to wander
to remain

advantages of systems

to list
to wander
to remain

An apparition (2006-2014)

which is a repossession of

an interior residential development

close, with a certain smell

awakening memories

involving musical aptitude

and food,

including

revolving references

to anniversaries, births, deaths

(together with other events)

and tastes

not quite audible.

Welcome to a neighborhood of half-lit streets,

two-thirds of it unknown.








my garden in early june 2006 - before leaving for Korea

plums have both blossomed
pear and pin cherry in full glory
new green unfurls
currants, sweet box, maple
a carpet of galium
violets - purple, freckled, white
the roses reach the second story
iberis, called candytuft
cimicifuga
leopard's bane
lamium
brilliant gold, pale pink, red-violet
bleeding heart
columbine
sedum of all sorts
lovage
mint
marjoram
melissa


Yi Li

sees

the sun lighting Crown Rock.

At dawn he empties

his green wine jar

into the

Yangtze.

six fingered notes

the imagined lives within

refuse to complete us














Friday, June 20, 2014

pen and brown ink, gray wash

the sun

6 women survivors (Lampedusa Oct. 3 2013)


as
six
we
gained
the
shore


8 months later


now
adrift
once
more 

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

1

Four months ago, in early afternoon, it was very cold.
Yellow sun flooded the white room.

Today it rains, rains, rains.
The garden grows in your signature yellow.

I'm wearing yellow today - yellow

4 death
4 happiness
4 you
4 the root, earth.

You were white and yellow - my bright, gentle king -
jaundiced, bruised, anemic, white in light, the cleanest man in the house,
surrounded by love.

You were the purity of last things, death's wisdom.

This yellowed view (I've colored it so) of you remains-
those half closed eyes,
white (never blue again),
and slightly open lips.

Your used body, sighed,
under cotton the color of marigold.

You died.


2

You're resting.

You're whittled bone ash
out
out
out of a body
into a black box
on a white dresser.

You're waiting.

The white room is waiting.

I change the flowers -
chrysanthemum
lily
snowdrop
ornamental spurge
muguet
jasmine.


3

Parting you - a recipe

Take you
(yellow, black and white) cats
open boxes
mix bone
throw together
flow together

into 2 oceans,
water of rivers, seas
This is mixed water you
missing parts of you
giving parts of you
returning parts of you
reserving parts of you.

4

You wanted this -
to be a little everywhere
and not at all.

You said love's ashes
should be separated,
anxiety-free.

You're
the man
asking oceans to divide you
so no shore
or other shore
can interfere with your

Liberation.












Tuesday, June 3, 2014

my ark

K  l  a  m  a  t  h     F  a  l  l  s

a  l  b  i  n  o      p  o  r  c  u  p  i  n  e

specimen

who saw it first?

a painter

a poet

an archeologist?

names of

because we cannot say it
because we cannot see it

our enigmas have names

we've abandoned the lexicon
the lens

to a vast yellowing field of paper

our westerly nets shifting east now

our names too

ground down to days

said spelled sifted

shaped

not wholly ours now

these ruins

these roles