1/17/19




a great rose broken by dawn :: and the nest of stone escaped






my flaws drifting from stone to stone—becoming the white sky



1/6/19




Guest


before space
the meadows

of our birth

many bowls
for one

grain 
of
rice

the guest
left behind



1/4/19





Red Book


my staircase is so empty of silence
the woman who walks there
seeks more than the red book holds






Visitors


i see them arrive in sweaty rags
like a father and daughter full of hurt
the salt in their bodies exhausted
and bloodless







a dentist drills
into the silence
of my root—
the scream begins
as this white ceiling
those without words
are pointing to



12/29/18




one holds the skin of the child you were
      with the sons of hands that painted the sky






in a nest shaped like death
      night lays its transparent eggs






the garden hardly seemed to breathe
      as i grew and it dreamed and we died






that star that fell up a crooked sky
      into the bed where its heart would stop



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