8/13/18




was wonderful
to come home
to the goldfinch you've been watching







one burst of leaf fall
ahead of me
that only i later i see as prayer



7/23/18





something all alone is near
            thus the mountains of my past
                        come true







the sounds of a sail
this day
i put on the sun



7/6/18





too small to
                        feed a soul    the
                                                            broken shine





6/14/18




old chimney fires lingering in the alley through november



6/11/18




studies of happiness stitched into the silence of a white piano



6/7/18

5/17/18




memory of falling stars    November    waking the dark water



3/31/18

3/30/18

3/19/18

3/16/18




what if everything else was taken out of me except the parade within the dream






isn't God that moment the mirror in your mind breaks



3/11/18




eyes that open at midnight in a room deep in a whisper







i made a man without a face
                                                who sat there quietly dreaming



3/10/18





within a pearl
my silences are sky
                        oak tree with one eye open







isn’t a moon
the choice between
birth and dream



3/9/18





where do the dead stop being dead
                                                                        and marry in wine-colored dresses



3/8/18





there are rooms in the house one should not enter
                                                                                                strong winds that only whisper







who is the owner
                                 of what arises
                                                            between your soul
                                                                                               and the cave filled with sky



2/27/18




when i retrieve my bones from the vulture's wings i find they've learned to whisper



2/22/18




when my heart turns yellow how far will i be from the gaze of the sea






is the voice that speaks after your body is forgotten heard in silence or sleep



2/21/18




the pattern in the rain filling other people    your house goes on to live alone



2/20/18




one can never see all the way inside the tapping of an abandoned crutch






is it a question with the face of a yellow bird that is trapped inside your mirror



2/7/18




i dreamed an eclipse
to see the moon dreaming
some
climbed into the sky and died







where are we going when we get there together
pulse
of eternity    soft
            wrist of the sky
on which         side of death
            is rest



1/31/18




my eclipse reveals what the moon is dreaming    the shine of what cannot be gathered



1/29/18




the wound her cheek left on the moon longs to be still alive






the way to see light was once in the sky    and the moon bright with forgetting






little child where the moon hides her blood    passes through my heart



1/28/18




i love when it rains an open sky    mountain silently watching inside



1/23/18




how shall i speak to the fingers of your name as they sow my blood and water



1/22/18




men used as graveyards    nothing left of nothing    my hands unravelling inside



1/12/18




a fire as small as my sleep in your side    is the eye of the heart






the dream outside of me i somehow startled    a brightness i did not do






my light hangs from the sky like death in a hive    like salt opening its hand



1/11/18




blue is brave    like speaking from the space inside a seed    like night on god






child to the thirsty sea    do not teach but draw me



1/10/18




the tenderness of a stem in my mouth :: what cannot be gathered from your eyes






when do we risk becoming a river isn't a question of desire