Sun in Pisces, moon waning crescent...



1
death meets men and nightingales

2
I had a vision today.
I saw the sidewalks and streets filled with all those that had ever lived in this place.
Transparencies,
they walked through one another, looking stunned.
I saw them linger over the road worker digging into the asphalt,
leer at the legs of young women,
look at me looking at them.

This vision lasted for two city blocks.
It did not matter which way I turned
I saw them -
behind, beside, in front of, above or under me. 
There was not a speck of terror.
It was wondrous more than anything.

3
I missed yoga.
I mix up spelling.
I cannot type.
Directions don't make sense.
I have to find
the sense in it.

There is no sense in it.

I am not deceived.

Or am I?

The nightingales, the nightingales.....

To Giselle, Chérie's seeing-eye black Labrador, six years old, met today on the bus



Lyrics, Giselle

Siempre estuviste en mí y no te pude alcanzar
Siempre estuviste aquí.
Eres ilusión eres realidad
eres como un sueño del que no puedo ya despertar.
Yo quiero una verdad
yo quiero una razón
no puedo comprender porque no te puedo encontrar
yo quiero una verdad yo quiero una razón
no puedo comprender porque no te puedo encontrar.


Songwriters: ADOLPHE ADAM (PD)
Giselle (Ballet Suite) lyrics © S.I.A.E. Direzione Generale, Atmosphere Music Ltd., Rob Forberg Musikverlag Gmbh Co. Kg, Naxos Ltd., Crc Jianian Publishing, Lunden Edition

You were always in me and I could not reach you
You were always here.
You are an illusion you are reality
You are like a dream from which I can no longer wake up.
I want a truth
I want a reason
I can not understand why I can not find you
I want a truth I want a reason
I can not understand why I can not find you.

sound renewal
opening lids
touch
such as
sun upon

meadow rue
grows
there
where
given air,
light
stories
will
begin
within

"....a disciplined mind leads to happiness."
3.35. Dhammapada

White-crowned, vesper sparrow,
wood and hermit thrush,
are tribed together
ground foraging,
dusk covered,
hushed
as
she, cardinal,
calls
them
all
here,
here,
here.

Endurance, strength in patience...and that patience is power.
26.399. Dhammapada





A full moon at forty-five degrees
no daffodils

teaching longer
lengthens forgetfulness
word fatigue
in league with
exhaustion


lost paper
drank red
said
tomorrow
s a test

it's here, tomorrow
and I sitting
the red stoplight blinking
thinking when did that
empty
into
this?

warbled

wren
finch
thrush

found
fossils
jasper


evening sky

Why am I learning this when
I am slipping slimmer into age ?
the house is breaking apart the water may be poisoned
but I alive
learning .


levels of understanding


I don't recognize
this angry world.
What
allows
young men and women
to crash into despair?

May Pome

dreaming that
I am running
in drops of
water
that wear away
this grey
and
lift
again a wren
who
here
in my garden
love-loosened,
calls
all nematodes,
soil bound,
rain soaked,
awake.


returning to painting
is a plasma donation
to
to the northern within
that needs things thin
into spring,

 (ˈbreɪkɪŋ  θruː  ðiː  ˈlɪmɪts  ɒv  maɪ ˈlæŋgwɪʤ )

for example

"reek" remembered as mountain ramp

(out of stock, seasonal)

or the circle path where the sea meets stone

I am alone 

ag damhsa ag Dún Aonghais

or after

reflexión sobre campanas

Jeg ser mig selv som et hul i jorden

drikker, drikker

som et fjols.

dance

fort

ring

water

fool

where you go

shows how little

you'll
learn
about the real reek -

life.

_______________________________

cardinal's call -

it's all in there.

listen.

_______________________________

underestimated the flower's power
to tell time's

changed

rearranged spring

first periwinkle

tulips

violets

plum

the daffodils missing, the daffodils missing

__________________________________

Ramadan

Kenko

Tao Yuan Ming

purple things

in spring cold

these transfers

belonging

to islands

of light

might save us from

l o n e l i n e s s

___________________________________

   

What is passed, passing and will come

Come to pass, pass by, in passing, pass to

old age

may

shut them,
but 
you
open out

wyoming (feb. journal)

stone, sun,
dry stream, stalk
walk
mountain surround
east - a blue you missed
slants 45 degrees
to ground
around
deer grazing
hazed rocks, light
might've seen two does, or five
grey, white-rumped
black-eyed
that gaze!
you, they, alert
to an old dog limping
foward
leashed
who
stops where
there could be
thawed memories
a moat surround
an imagined boundary to
this morning
that makes of us
sun stones
winter gold,
furred rock,
cold.

notes

1
advice
a thing, a thought
ought to
go to the beach this weekend
wearing sunscreen.

2
a card
send one to us
while you're there.
could you
would you?
We'd be so
be happy
to hear more
about the shore.

3
post-its, a letter
dear _____,
here at the beach,
away from teaching,
I find
I've written
notes to myself.
Sending them along,
with a little song.
I needed the sea -
it's been a
bleak week.

Here's
what
(not that you asked)
is harming us, and
of course my class -

a) double talk    
b) rationed sense
c) torturous paragraphs
d) lies footnoted

On top of that, there's always plenty of war.

Love and truth -
you'd have thought
we'd have bought into
teaching more about
these
and this long ago

but no.

ring around the rosy
pockets full of nosy
dystopians
ask us, task us
and we'll pull
it all down

best always, m

4
an uneven diary entry
time
changes
news too.
imagine you in Tapei
where they
treasure old.
it's hardly likely
you'll
get Yaddo
they're low on creative capital
and anyway
who has heard of your school?
you'll disappear here
near Michigan
in the cod colored snow
though
being in the middle of it
you'd like to say
hey
what about us
don't condense
just listen -
makes sense, doesn't it?

5
some dated stuff

rags      may 15
beams              may 17
a bibliothek               may 31
check the center (ongoing)   june 10
village   june 10
treasure             august 1
ado                                 undated
drake     september 30


heimat   september 17

toll                             10,000

blade                                     2049



an inward of things

the outer edges of which
consist of
dead lines  dried dates
late notices

If you want to remember, use your calendar.

bird
heard

warbler

robin

said spring - sing.

cyanocitta cristata

I've not heard
this bird
in my garden
for years.

This morning
its barbed blue
passed
through
an elm,
the only one
in the
neighborhood.


I thought
its song
said
we belong,
both tree and me -
survivors.

Sheila Hicks

Do you
cook,
clean,
sew,
she asked.

These
things
grow
when
slowly
done.


Cook?
Clean?
Sew?

No, said the writer,
just show me by saying it.
I'll jot it down.

Sheila Hicks, quiet, frowned.

Chosen

An ant on white
slight line, moves across,
black.

You, slapdashed vertical,
spared,
while I
pluck, pluck
douse and drop
others
into
death.

Why did I
allow you
to get
through?


How
did I
decide
a shadow
crawling
up the wall or
the thin scrap down it
must be
plucked and drowned or
left free?



Seems to me
I remembered
your
slacker slant,
ant,
as
somehow
significant.

If nothing's left
but this
enough for
I think
one
or
one

done quietly
alone

Silence

Silence in the river in 40 languages