Thursday, November 26, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 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
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
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Sunday, October 4, 2015
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?
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, October 3, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
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
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
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.
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
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
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
rose quartz
schist
sand
leaf
algic loess
hard
soft
trace
trail
stone plot
cemetery of
seashore on
the last warm day
Monday, September 7, 2015
Friday, September 4, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
s p e a k i n g t o
I thought of Carolee Schneemann
her vaginal scroll enlightening
the educated, the well read.
her vaginal scroll enlightening
the educated, the well read.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
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
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
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
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."
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
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Friday, July 24, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Friday, May 8, 2015
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.
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.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
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