Friday, November 13, 2015

memories

13

father
would have been 93 today

those last words

like beads on your rosary

father I repeat with you now
a sign
1 father
3 aves
gloria
10 prayers in search of a mother
gloria
repeating endless mysteries

father
I'm trying to live as you died
with
Ave, Ave
on my lips




s a k a i g a w a

taro harvested
last persimmons leaves falling

sleeping birds
night river shadows
drifting into light



Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Sunday, October 18, 2015

two egrets
blue heron
bobtail cat
lizard under grass
snake underwater

the bird
the fur
the reptile blur

so thin
these shades

when

a stemless persimmon left for ants
(pollinator of her peonies)

sluices
the sun
and the ripe autumn

opens

high skies

w h a t  is there -

overheard  sound -

(in) visible

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

these days
illness


confounds


confused


said a student
I know no honest person

Sunday, October 4, 2015

3 8 , 0 0 0

mimizuka

hanazuka


all those nose souls



s h r i n e


s i c k t i m e

insular
and humid
the hot panic of this -
alone
ill
sleepless


why not mind awake?
which I did
and opened to it all-
chill watery pain
fever fear of losing days -


something
stopped within


started again-

crickets singing!
Why hadn't I heard them before?
 







Saturday, September 26, 2015

blue
heron
dream

p i l g r i m

h    e    r    

                                                               spirit and flesh

                                                                        伊勢神宮, Ise Jingū

                                                                        34.454943° N
                                                                        136.725889° E
                                                                        Furuichi District

                                                                                       d e g r e e s        o f 


i n v i s i b i l i t y

                                                               
bando san jusankasho

M a r i a    K a n n o n

( Kakure Kirishitan ) 

                                                               
 3 3

                                                             
  war dead kami
                                                                      yasukani ambivalence

                                                                       m e j i

                                                                      7  5  3  november 15

                                                                      Chichibu Island


                                                                      horinouchi myohoji

                                                                      suginami ward - N i c h i r e n
matsue 1841

                                                                      mitake

                                                                      tadaosan

h    e    r    e  

Sunday, September 13, 2015

sister's birthday wish -
this day peace in every thing and thought
too much talk about others tries me
I want to go home to ideas
wonder where rose quartz slides into Kansas
or record basalt and river stone Wisconsin
stop at flint Denmark
volcanic Japan
gossip is grit
no grit! I was warned
by Royston Tester to court peace
and keep it close
maybe even cold in various rivers
milwaukee
schuylkill
onda
(or streams - Linved, Darby, Ten Mile)
so now
gritless
awake at 5 in the morning
I'll at last
drop into the map
of
p o e t r y
(seasonal foundations of)
 m u s e s
(fugues, last quartets, song cycles)
owls
foxes and
(because it's autumn in america)
opossums.


Friday, September 11, 2015

Monday, September 7, 2015

r o s a l i a

p e l l e g r i n o


of the roses


holding your skull


smelling of violets

t i d e

limestone
rose quartz
schist

sand
leaf
algic loess

hard
soft
trace
trail

stone plot

cemetery of

seashore on

the last warm day


costmary
goldenrod
daucus carota

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sunday, August 16, 2015



1
in situ

I visit a room that does not move.
Everything in this room cannot be dead.

2
oculis

Inger Christensen hasn't glasses, or eyes.

3
sine qua non

Without grace one becomes sloppy,
uncoordinated,
like a drunken dog.

4
terminus

Nothing can be done without it.




p a s t l i f e


2 dreams

It's 31 degrees
I walk the river to the library
thinking of last night's dreams



In the first, a dragon became a river
that lifted from the earth and flew like a kite



In the second,
it was 31 degrees
from the clear blue sky
rained tiny spheres of ice

Melospiza melodias

s o n g    s p a r r o w 

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

evening
mother robin very close
goldfinch among the thistle
fledgling thrush clinging to second story screen

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

i keep falling
through the water and then air again
an upside down sky
like English before 1066
or me
after you

Monday, August 10, 2015

mourning becomes electrolysis
It's the deep edge
the brink that resounds.


I'm interested in jumping out of my skin into it

- recording where air ends and water begins -

composing a ledger of edges.


Out that hole
into the snow
past the ice to summer
the water cuts black to green.

Go ahead and fall into it.

Autumn catches your breath and refuses your surrender.

Yet you're wet.

Write it down - "I didn't drown."






Sunday, August 9, 2015

I am waterlogged
lonelinesses befriend me

moving downriver with the church bells and gulls
toward an open
sea
set teacup lake to seiche
arrive

e l s e w h e r e

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

s i g n


empty the boat
bhikku says

now in the night sky floating
guided by star-making

12 points this star
now 14
the inner hole widens
canoe
passes through

Wednesday, May 13, 2015



measuring the soil

the rain disappears into

home
home

doesn't matter
cannot be measured
disappears into

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

adjusting to
stillness
weather's force
and
mistake to take
taping the missing torn
returning the wrong blue
you will lose everything in the end
why not give it away
incrementally
over and over again
until you've understood
what matters most
isn't
ever
an always understood
or illuminated

Thursday, May 7, 2015

a l s o


w i n d h o r s e

the weathering foal
the shoals, the shores of
this wind

the stillborn embalming
it's the rhodo in the dendron that does it
this death
that foal's sustenance
which is held in the death
as dust would be by water
as a pool forms
choosing her milk baby's
muzzle
that is, after her water and the dead one
also wet
left her

this was her first flower moon
coming between them
reminding
predicting
still
in spreading dust over one body
watered in to earth
the other tamps its broken body closed
running wobbly into the wind.
i touch you in my sleep
i am dry as a bone





t o m b ( t o p o g r a p h y )

spreading dust golden week

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Mind precedes objects.
They are mind-generated and mind made.
To speak or act with a peaceful mind
is to draw happiness
after oneself
like an inseparable shadow.

1.2 dhammapada