Wednesday, March 29, 2017

first heard
that bird
(re) called
thrush
its chest
rising
east


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

the rising and passing of things

1

Moving your photo, from one kitchen to another, brought me to tears.

2

The sky was a brilliant cloudless blue.
I waited for the cook to empty two large pots of used grease.
He gave me five empty boxes.

3

There is a young drug addict living down the alley.
He is thin, wounds on his face, dirty clothes.
His eyes glaucous, absinthe.

4

Fog blurs the bridge.
Traffic .
The snuffling of an animal.

5

Days best one another.
This one has its points.
For instance,
the smile of the woman at the recycling center,
where we lifted and pushed my old stove into a bin.
Or
Tony and I
remembering our lives in San Francisco,  over
coffee and blueberry pie.


Saturday, March 25, 2017

Friday, March 24, 2017

eolithic

at the beginning
it seemed improbable
glass jars filled with jam

speaking
through
the stars and back is
as a telephone

magic
(if it exists)

light of apricots and
night conversations -

an almost
imperceptible nudge
towards

transparency




Wednesday, March 22, 2017

2 questions for USPS

1

you lost my letter?
certified isn't confidence
traceable? trackless.
most likely a human error
ahh, she says.
I understand.
I offer you, from my intergalactic heart, forgiveness,
This is star bound generosity,
extra planetary, plenary.
uhhh, you say,
and
have a nice day too.


2

post mistress
from LA
wants to know
if a banana
stamped
with an address
can be sent.
To?
the president.
there's a note.
Says?
shove this up yr ass.
Undeliverable.

weight
of
mice
in
spice
tea

box
slid
(lidded)
into
bin

and
out.

now
there's
a heaviness
in the
red zinger.


Monday, March 20, 2017

first saved light equations

ش

f r a c t i o n

z e r o

night poems (rise to write)

1

cle(a)ver(glass)
ever
ever(y)
even(ing)
cleave(d)
leave
ever(y)
clever
living
behind

spring forward, free.


2

In the cold morning air, the spoke of words comes back to me.
They were taken while I sick, rested, grieved.
The sieve stopped.
They're here.

3

gratia plena
gratia plena

nunc.






Friday, March 17, 2017

There are no lasting functions of the mind, but there is no oscillation of the mind for Buddha.
- Dhammapada 


Sunday, March 12, 2017

Birthday

Sun,
birds
split  this silt.
Day,
unclog it.

You
and
this.

¡Imperativo!


Drift into
sea
(slept upon, renewed)


Sand beaches
like
you
always
gifting others



Today?

Yours.



Thursday, March 9, 2017

contravent

A hawk's plaint
echoes through the empty village
as lonesome as a burro bray.
He's begging in isolation
in an emptiness
without water or food,
no heat but within his heart.

She deserted him in December.

Her winter signature lingers
reminding
that one
may trust the devil.
Detrimental!

It's spring.

We've no oil for the lamps.
There's no bride for the bird.


Take pleasure in being careful. Guard your mind well.
- Dhammapda 23.327


I hadn't
but here
where
there isn't
hadn't has to
as I
do
too