Sunday, July 30, 2017

G a u l

Gauls like Bolinans
were dangerous -
Had panthers or poetry
slipping through
manufactured pastorals
to threaten serialised retreats and postcard lagoons.

were weeds to the Romans,
as Bolinans were to the wealthy.

I place stones around my mulberry, one for each weed culture
uprooted, but resistant.

More. More than two.

Monday, July 24, 2017

r i k y ū

a broken black bowl
still turning tea, opening
out, and in, and through

an element of
then, now, when held, without end,
is room enough for

water which recalls
stone sieve sluice thunderstorm
as silence sinks in

Saturday, July 8, 2017

three poems for Bakin

the rain

the wind




one step forward?

all paths

trace the shape of a pear.

Even Buddha grows into one.


stones by heart

wounded women

pour bronze and garden.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

t a n a b a t a

if it rains
we won't meet
but that's a lie
we've invented
as the rain falls
we slip through
for days not hours

on this day
I don't watch stars
but streams
slipping like somen
into your arms.

Monday, July 3, 2017

not faith,
through cultures of darkness

present (remains) obscured

vista unfolds.

is an encapsulate of

the among,

not of,

and free.