Recent Articles
The Sound Of Dry Grass
July 7 & 8, 2010
The sound of dry grass
beneath tender feet
that have not cumulatively
walked a mile
in their setting down from Womb,
The love that issues outwards
after a mistake has lost its scorn
and found its way back to the pool
of the central heart,
The ache in the throat
that quivers with lonesomeness,
that dances in the abandoned pelican nest
and mingles [...]
The Voiced Glowing
June 26, 2010
The voiced glowing,
a talked about wing,
the hummingbird who soared
towards a Hawaiian shirt
drying on a clothesline
that could perfectly kiss train tracks
if it wanted to,
These roots in his hands,
a mule standing against an orange
backdrop of foregrounds calling to
one another to begin
and a painter leaving all his work,
walking home,
watching from afar
as an oncoming storm finishes
the portrait [...]
Sometimes Moving About In The Same Place
June 22, 2010
Sometimes moving about in the same place can, from a distance, resemble a type of pause. To arrive at trusting God, the All-might and the holding in the lap of quilts made of those cocoons shed, covers on covers on covers, not for the sake of concealing and unwrapping in expectation, simply, [...]
That Embrace Mentioned
June 18, 2010
That embrace mentioned,
the deep purple smile of a May iris,
you,
joy,
unwinding streetlight flicker,
silence and then the sound
of a dog dragging its chain
at high gallop.
It’s finally free,
Final’s freedom from whimpering,
begging God’s first beginning
to pause eternal.
That chain’s once chromed links,
now sullen and sandblasted
by concrete meditation,
Put through the hands
of a four legged dancer…
Night-sparks to mark
where they rattled [...]
Pools of Forgiveness
June 5, 2010
Pools of forgiveness,
continuance and forests of decisions
that turn the cosmos around,
The skipping of a stone across glistening
lakes of new lava flow,
rice beds and bowls of water balanced
on their heads,
Whispers of tridents and mermaids,
pleasure, leisure and sureness,
freedoms and clouds,
this food the heart eats,
this path of fire fish swimming,
the deepest gotten
and the shallowest prayer forgotten
to [...]
A Molten Soul Is Stepping (revisited)
May 29 & 31, 2010
A molten soul is stepping across
fields of ice-acorns,
twisted unread newspapers,
diaries unlocked and making
candles laugh out loud to shooting
stars hidden behind storm clouds.
Across these meadows roam
buffalo herds composed of bright parrots,
who are each belonging to a different
kind of being-silent
and that choose their every word,
pronunciations reaching across
bodies luminous of fossilized
sparkling love making;
the Lovers [...]
There Are No Limits In This Raining
May 25, 2010
There are no limits in this raining,
nor in how woven
the landings’ surfaces get
as storms tear leaves down
in furious crisscrossing array,
in dazzling sparks
while lightning strikes through
these Autumn masks
being whisper-shattered to blend
as one inferno,
naked-disappearing-gathering.
Do you hear the crows
calling this day, ‘The Last Day,’
always the last
since it’s the first endlessly?
And in how
an old bear brings itself
to [...]
She Lives In And Is Made Of
May 23, 2010
She lives in and is made of…
Rushing amber windmills,
black retrievers carrying golden fleeces
in their mouths,
paws made of diamonds
splashing in lava pools,
exhaustion winking Saturn’s rings
to slip off,
out of marriages and into Just Now,
Perfection pleading with amethyst oozing
from its lips, ears, eyes, navel and sex,
reaching into the meadows oscillating
in the darkness of breezes felt alongside
undone [...]
This Is That Kind Of Play
May 21, 2010
This is that kind of play…
Together this heart
and your earthbound landing,
this ladder’s two feet kissing the ground
to raise you higher to that rooftop
where your parents sat with faces in hands
and hearts in back pockets,
That chimney’s expression
of clarity-in-purpose by smoking,
keeping the perfect home warm while empty,
And this pool of blessings golden so to
wrap your [...]
Love The 3-Inch-Deep Swamp
May 20, 2010
Love the 3-inch-deep swamp,
have mercy on those who drift
with sails rolled up
and bless the quicksand pits
and tidal pools.
Smell the applause,
the menu it’s gathering from,
the restaurant that’s open 24/7,
the grin,
the chuckle,
who bring boredom
with another’s impediment
into entangled miles of flaming,
lighting-the-way yarns…
Smile at the holy-slow tortoise who knows
these sorts of heart-forest-fires all too well,
that it can [...]
