6/25/17




flood is for the rescue of something held over our heads    then mud turning back into children






in colors opposed to color    in the garden of a smothered hand    she painted her windows open



6/23/17




a simple word bleeding, wrapped in a shroud    the sky as barefoot as birds






in the long silence of the lie is the child you first loved forcing his ashes to sing



6/22/17




am i pain without the odor of wound    a new stain far removed from the flesh of the robe






no laurel could touch me while the poet was living when God was the odor of the moon



6/21/17




murmur of a wave whose body is bleeding :: what i see beyond the end of the rose



6/17/17




we know what is coming is no more closed than the blade lying in bed beside me



6/16/17




the way home keeps changing its face until i have no life that hasn't started to live






bending against the snow that falls from God    nothing else can be so still






the awful defeat of a little town    is a wind or a star inside me






where the other face of night is looking    is to be kissed by what the young poet saw



6/15/17




in the sands of the moon a dream horse roams    thus i had no model for life



6/6/17




in the voice of the dew as it bleeds a rose    if i forget the origin of love



6/4/17




i remember the motionless hanging    as if to die    in the sky of another's pain






who wiped the ears of the dust away and sang without voice the creation of song



5/31/17




what happened to the yearning that called my name    from a light in a window of the cross






i shall seal up my windows to bring in the sea    sings the embryo of all we are not



5/30/17




comes a lover who wears the body of the moon    and my life is barely begun



5/29/17




how else shall the heart commune with faith    but in the disquiet of yesterday's light



5/28/17




on the table of stone rests a motionless song    now my forests refuse all light



5/27/17




the birth that was once and named forever    the pulse that preceded my heart



5/21/17




singing to be alone and not alone    as i sweep my aging path






the pleasure of singing into the ears of giant trees    is how i have come to change






when you wake in the night there is nothing to fear    come down to the place where you lie



5/20/17




low voices of trees dragging my soul by its sleeve    the lightning still in its seed



5/17/17




why should someone dream of me    set heart in a place beyond what is seen






the night and the day are her arms her name    and the river we are given to hold



5/14/17




within an earlier melody    unknown outside the dream    are the lands i am and will learn to perceive


5/13/17




the valley that opens where nobody is looking    the light that hurts to understand



5/12/17




many winters one old robe    everyone i love but do not know opening in the wind



5/11/17




our home as it should be    without further blessing    than the fall of all that becomes



5/9/17




from these rows of ashes still warm you will grow    your silence is no one else



5/8/17




why i can't put my mouth into words    takes a lifetime of candling for life



5/7/17




the orioles are here but where have we hidden the song of the trees






the heart in the stone beat again while i slept at the end of never getting home



5/6/17




who owns the silence    and who else would know    the love that hides our beginning



5/5/17




thus i was given me    vein upon vein    around eyes that were already there



5/2/17




the sound of the severed string is this :: which vow to your death have you failed



4/30/17




i heard a life fall    or i heard nothing at all    the arms of the cross at my feet



4/29/17




will i see through the window that has fallen asleep    my casket carrying its rain



4/28/17




with the taste of stars in my mouth    whose wisdom am i ready to learn



4/27/17




that part of the sky that fell into my mind    is to whisper the name of the raven






what can you write on the skin of the past that only the sleepers will read



4/25/17




the gate of the moon left open    is to love what i cannot know






4/24/17




there comes a day when it will not open when i ask the sun its troubles






there was a black branch touching the silence where neither could remember waking



4/23/17




from hands you will never see spilling music for the first time because you are just arrived






streets walking with their heads held low ::  i climb the stairs of the rain



4/22/17




i love this song that was not heard until the moon was warm from its birth