Eyes of All Mankind

the eyes of all mankind Whether seen or listened for from a mountain top over city sunset battered and sometimes torn still bears the minutes of splendor If you were stranger after another across the Western sky I'm learning that I very much enjoy making poetry out of the stuff of everyday life--cardboard and vintage [...]

Forest Above, Forest Below

Forest Above, Forest Below, paper collage, 2020 we’re all barefoot in time wandering as if old things really do come back from this, everything follows: the moon becomes ecstatic the sky changes its name (laughing, knowing) will these names and faces ever come again? where fingers brush the metal best of man and seed

Hour of the Sun

under the hour of the sun it is said, we once again  connect our ancient  souls with the dawn red deserts &  midsummer highways all that is green, no all that is treacherous & golden  frantic like a subterranean storm do you hear the birds retreating? the slim dry dawn slips  over our shoulders we [...]