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 [...]
Tag: poetry
This House, Not on a Street
(when looking for explanations) i. this house, not on a street the letters in the mailbox are not mine somewhere, in another house amid tall, quivering rooftops and calligraphy-stained walls the air has turned cold and the moon is asking questions i am a foreigner in a broken land ii. the stones walk among themselves [...]
Lilies of the Field (This Way Forward)
Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-9 i. above me, a dedication if it could fit on this page it would tell you make [...]
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 [...]
Space symbolizes the world.
i. space symbolizes the world the face of everyday its edges blur and all the rooms turn silver ii. space is made of bodies climbing into one another the quest for God and seed the wind blows and deserts turn around from dust is hope, it seems to say your face leaps on water iii. [...]
Words Can Praise It (To Achieve War)
Words can praise it. of what you must experience taste Nor believe will speak sincerely praising anything. To Achieve War he has the quality of a sphinx when it comes drops in like the same great change selected to achieve war. I had thought of publishing these two miniature poetry collages separately, but I like [...]
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 [...]
