Tuesday, July 31, 2018


cooler
now
as if the wind
ran through
water



the late morning heat
she unseated
stands
waiting for
in  a shadow
as hot as
this wind
uncooled
draped
gold blouse
skirt black hair
bares
white nape
a mole
he will remember you for
its central, symmetrical
darkness




Monday, July 23, 2018

Wild swans take the path of the sun....the wise step out of the world...13.175 Dhammpada


cicada's wing
sings
minminmin

its one half samara
still attached to

shell
fell

at my feet
I reach
for

trees
sing
with them

from root to crown

had a long life underground
rooted in waiting

I showed an old man
your wing

semi, he said

led me to think

somewhat

beautiful.



Graptopsaltria nigrofuscata    あぶらぜみ  aburazemi (アブラゼミ) 










Monday, July 16, 2018

I'd like to take a year
or a lifetime
to make sense of
the snippets
I've collected within
call them experiences
I'm so tired
of this and that
but mostly of caring about difficult people
swept clean
you've left
and now
I'd like to take a year
clear through
to another
which is me
seeing clearly
what is in here
among the bits
and pieces.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

blue triangle

Swallowtail                                      Graphium sarpedon   Common Bluebottle   Blue Triangle   























1
not sharpness
but congruence
2
blue
shudder
3
descent
4
death
5
females
live longer
at the
edges of
streams and rivers
6
engendered
again
7
rewrite
something
triangular
8
life
isn't
this
binary


Thursday, July 12, 2018

...lack of repetition, repairs,...the blight of beauty is laziness....18.241



new moon
a catalog obscura
though to know
is not to do


through
movement of the hand
the eye
understands -
carelessness!


hiso hiso iteru?

understood.




Wednesday, July 11, 2018

d e l u g e



from the sky
we're given
all that we've asked for
but without moderation
an effluence
an excessive
generosity
these
heavy clouds

mother
warned
me
when she said
some
(things)
kill us with kindness.


Thursday, July 5, 2018

n e w s

a father
stands
man to polar bear
dies
for his children

or 12
boys and an ex-monk
trapped
underground
smiling

if you look up
at the sound
of
air
tearing
creaking
crashing
down
a branch breach
nearly kills a bride

we're not
groomed for
these darknesses
white blinded
un-blinkable
blackness
thick leaved and cold

you don't know what will happen
how long you have

make your love
stronger
than


Wednesday, July 4, 2018



late
missed
his own
f  u  n  e  r  a  l
she did too

few people suspected
this would happen
but it did


Inside obsidian,
a root
took  handedness
left
with right
made a
night prayer

Afterward,

there
are obsidian stories.

One
tells of children
dangling
among high branches
holding black stones
their
legs hanging
down,
their
loosened
hair

where

air

takes hold
also of legs
and stones

a wild wind sway

of tree, flesh and black

first, left,
back
then, right

as inside
obsidian
a root
compassed,
quivers

shivers recognition -
this is what we are.









last straw
last quarter
last chance for a fool