Monday, January 30, 2017

the linear placement of January

falling icicles of expectation hiding amongst the debris of a thousand years
ruby-velvet solitude looks good on you
draped across shoulders made from sparrow bones
drawn in thes cool window frost of a morning holding no design--no fractal map
sorrow dwell here
pain lies in the corner pocket behind the abstract canvas
presence tidies the curtain
waiting upon the wool blanket for a sign
--that blue jay berating the cold--that sign!
enchantment found in the smallest things
what a wonder stillness is ....

Friday, January 20, 2017

{we the people}

no words will rise today as blackbirds
soft gray the sky
void of cadence and cusp
soft gray this morning
a chance of rain
no song, no rhyme
as grace laps at shores
hearts folded into
our ancestors blue
and yesterday...
sunlight has gathered her skirts
taking to fields distant
in search of silence, truth & pages
felted with possibility
as shining sorrow swells--bursting
under one sky
this morning ...
where no blackbirds rise

Thursday, January 19, 2017

звезды ( stars )

Domed days under herculean skies
stepping, counting, bending days
striving for aqua-puzzled-reason
nights shading, dripping into indigo
as faith's trajectory shifts to a new meridian
soul seeks nourishment from stars
the unexpected conversation
Healing lies therein:
circini, corvus & circus trains
compassion's permeable
boundaries spiraling
the open arms of night

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

board games

peace is sometimes found unexpectedly
strength is discovered in the lack
action is found in the not doing
risk is found in the staying
faith is found in the warmth of knowing who you are in the chaos of your days
when one spends their life going deep
feeling too much
talking too much
loving fiercely
when one is not looking - truth sneaks up
and bites you on the ass
in shallow simplicity
sheer brilliance
action is found in the none action
in staying - sticking the landing
waiting veiled in the sureness
this space ....
this space.
hold fast
loving regardless
don't write a manifesto
shed ego
gamble your significance tenderly
roll the dice
go to the next place on the board
knowing love is found in Candy Land
not in Kierkegaard or Ayn Rand
Candy Land

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

of melt

of blood to heart to limb to land
green to gold as glass and sand
become we tender
sun to night
moonlit night
from field fallow to fields gold
it takes but a moment
a story told
to sleeping earth and channel dry
the heavens weep for sorrow's sigh
become we strive to evermore
become undone
dust and lore

Wednesday, January 4, 2017


Capricorn golden, amaranth & kasbah blue
sounding strangely like a meadowlark's song
searching i am
something  . .
as I dervish wildly;
slicing the fragments of my bindings
whirling madly waiting for the collateral damage & blood
just when i believed all secrets & paradigms were caged. . .
I catch the scent of some mystery, some truth still buried
illusive & teasing. . .
tolerance adapts : leaving me numb - resigned
until the warmth of that shine and the richness of that song nudge the hollowness
scouting & revealing