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Yes, how could I…

July 14, 2008 Yes, how could I mistake her for standing there alone with silence’s broken framework showing me what I did not journey for, though nonetheless received as all god-surprises do… The journey of praise and how deep I can take it into the terror of uncertainty? Here, the breeze plays with everyone, no […]

It is stayed…

January 18, 2008  (Holland) It is stayed from spinning, to sample the gusts that simply arrive; A house now, not a mill: ‘Their footsteps’, no mice… In his minds eye a figure floats, turning like a clock hand within a room only illumined by its glowing robe: dark figures are heading closer, holding in their […]

She’s there…

July 28, 2007 She’s there, on the porch, in a chair made from a single chain, Children bring her buckets of white, brown and green eggs, She holds two at a time, one in each hand, breaking them on her knees, The porch is a swirling platform of flies, yolks, tiny finch prospectors… The empty […]

Worn Out Moth

September 27, 2006 Worn out moth nearly bare from knocking at the light, visitor jumping and guest-host heaving winged wonderer map-maker destroyer, twirling circlet compass trespasser, lightning liquor-virgin whiter that you’re now here. Yes, there’s a store of storms approaching. Pregnant infant of numerous hunters pregnant, risking the flight of their deepest of wooded descents. […]

Lift anchor, drop sails, glide…

March 5, 2005 Lift anchor, drop sails, glide, do not follow, be led by the current that knew the forest before its trees that make your boat today.  Tug on god, free the tulips from their netted bags, plant, stand, do not wait for what already says ‘yes’ by showing its old thorn ‘d branches […]

Much can be described…

January 5, 2004 Much can be described as occurring in an instance, say, a man’s life, that is, one that has come to an abrupt end, Such a sudden stop that even memory of him or her is difficult to hold, though this is fine, the loved-one’s memory is not for the lover only, only […]

An ode to my present muses

December 24, 2003 An Ode to My Present Muses The view is not far up there, this being able to see and feel their works… They are more close, so much is right here being where I call ‘My Life’. I thank you,each of you for your love-worn-knitting. Who can really separate themselves from the […]

I am trying…

April 28, 2002 I am trying to listen to you. How difficult it is to be silent and active inside moving important portions around, condensing and expanding, regarding and letting these who have been gotten go outwards, without me behind them. Thoughts are lonelier than the thinker: he sits while the fist and chin kiss […]

Woe and anger abide…

December 12, 2000 Woe and anger abide by the same rules as greatness and happiness: it’s the person these aspects embody which form the perception of differences, the one using these effects to arrange their precedent-mood, to create or adjust themselves accordingly, the person is the vessel of influence, the influence is to itself an […]

Today. A life…

September 14, 2000 Today.  A life stepping both crisp and numbly across a cleared forest of causes and searches. I dream: being rowed across a lake to a island or boat party, there are several people kept down below, a crazed middle aged man who is said to be hiding in a stack of chairs […]