the light is arranged the wood is wrapped in salt i listen for the moon, keep time in a telephone booth a flower undoes itself a goldfish is dust in a field i close my eyes rekindle the sounds of oceans i am as ancient as these hips suspended between the source of life and [...]
Tag: writing
Evolution of a Smile
a question mark among unfinished foliage a conundrum on flowerless knees these ankles are hyperboles these elbows announce themselves with the urgency of clouds on a horseless afternoon after all it’s only rock ’n’ roll a cheshire cat and a moon playing ping pong with your eyes like two spoons waiting their whole lives for [...]
A bluebird is a sonata.
a bluebird is a sonata seems to say life is its own reason for living the pitcher on the table is filled with wine slabs of pomegranate shore salted over and over again eaten like warm fruit
The bicycle spins madly on.
(a new poem with a previous ending) never fear the end there’s no way you were ever here, anyway a bicycle in a galaxy a palm tree lost in orbit an old man sees himself in a faraway mirror there’s no here so nothing matters says prayers plants flowers on the moon weeps for a [...]
Birdsong in Rearview
at the moment of contemplation this poem was a hummingbird that is to say, jazz on a midsummer afternoon many days ago i sat on the forearms of a windmill mathematically, its shadow is no longer than an orchid’s in a moment of mindfulness i experience a crisis of the chaos of staircases and i [...]
Passage
Passage, paper collage, 2021 i am between time matter and a violin i give the impression of someone seeking truth sleeps in confusion is erratic among wildflowers makes shadows of a cardboard moon rises lighter, lighter these wings are somehow less credible in darkness
At Eleven, My Lover’s a Moon
how much is too much? the anatomy of a driving car a mandolin with no rain at eleven, my lover’s a moon his favorite t-shirt’s yellow he spills coffee on the eggshells of the great cosmic mystery this might not sound significant but it could be if pigeons were paragons of infinite sadness if rainbows [...]
The Irregular Art of Dancing with Woodpeckers
a poem should be serene beneath the surface, don’t you think? a portal to unassailable worlds indigo breezes and elevator music paradise if paradise is the difference between Descartes and a fish hook —and let me tell you—i’d choose the fish hook every time but what am i saying? satire is outdated punked like an [...]
Coda, Or the Curious Octaves of Lily Pads
they say the hour of the elephant has ended the curious octaves of lily pads are asleep on the beds of imaginary rivers (mellow, green, with lofty perfumes of herbs and fresh candlelight) i hope you’ve enjoyed this time between planets the sacred meditations of snails philosophers retro-emotional sunflowers …breathing in space breathing out bouquets [...]
Bonsai Love Letter
not everything profound moves; not everything peaceful is organic this poem is really a form animal—a bonsai love letter or a jigsaw falling into place (either way, a climax in both entity and arrangement) what i think i’m after: an epic poem including history, an awareness of history (these things aren’t the same) seems desperate, [...]
The Used Life 