Proud Circus

just for kicks imagine the sun cold asleep beneath a wild oak tree (what do you see?) dawn sits on a set of red stairs prays for serenity, cyclones we’re all saints & cannibals, she seems to say odds of war men: the images are finite, but the thinking is eternal neither born nor dies [...]

As Few Painters Do (Nature’s Most Perfect Composition)

these nights kept vigil as few painters do the fantastic delusion of color a yard high, seldom seen through comprehended No—nor can be after the newborn light Nature's Most Perfect Composition nature’s most perfect composition …a garden that colorful old proverb laid away in white For here in all its forms are Spun from the [...]

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 [...]

Penny Harvests

rising wind, freshened earth, and then…the rains This is the message, too, to restore the weary. at a touch, To make the riches of harvests This simple visual poem happened (somewhat) by accident today, as I was experimenting with cardboard and paper. Perhaps something to try my hand at going forward.

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

Lily Strikes the Hours

i remember the back of you as a lily strikes the hours every stone walks off and the morning sinks in an avalanche of footprints, petals and parables the sudden whitewashed limbs of you As I don't anticipate posting again this week, I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a very [...]