6/2/24

 



what comes to light when rain begins to weep


what is the fate of a wind that clings to small things


for how many lifetimes shall the green heart beat




5/26/24

 



there is evidence of sky in us


knowing the road has injured my soul


peace where waves gathering dissolve




5/22/24

 



the mirrors of her life grow stiff


wooden chairs from barefoot children


a dark mouth on either side of the wound




 



put the car in a pit, it

is time to go—

a crust of bread

works slowly to blind




5/21/24

 



mourners have lost their way to the grave

and the dead waiting

for his death to be put underground




5/20/24

 



how grave is the feast of the diminished garden


how many lives know the solstice of ruin


when soldiers toy with saviors, who dies




5/19/24

 



sunset, i drink the windows just :: like a Hopper she said




5/18/24

5/17/24

 



from the moth a feathering :: of nakedness


listen to the islands, we :: become ocean by degrees


there are planets in her :: steps, oiled and pearly



5/16/24

 



the garden exactly our :: bed's shadow


the pearl that draws you :: unclasped


stop because a :: dead branch goes through it



 



completing a weed :: forests urge silence


bird without a sky :: she cannot arrive


death of the prairies is also :: a man




5/15/24

 



who wrote this :: her mind must be all around


here is my father :: hiding the universe


life, leave me untitled :: encourage my sound




 



walnut, put :: our leaves out first


soul's small lion :: sparrow


crickets, it :: should be obvious




5/6/24

 



is there a thread on the water where we can meet


is there blood where hopelessness ends


how many shall the doves strip of their skin




4/27/24

4/26/24

 



stranger things come to pass than standing in line for time




4/25/24

 



full of the useless

yet i pull a few weeds

study knots on the faces of trees




4/24/24

 



warm sun on an april stone no heavier than a spiral




 



witnessed by watery light that is never not here

you shall appear and reappear

and i shall awaken




4/23/24

 



wash peace from your words

launch a maelstrom

walk through the split in your soul




4/22/24

 



like something yellow you would do :: daffodil




 



blood in the river

blood in the breeze

the safest place to be is lost




4/21/24

 



a man leans toward earth

she listens begins

dropping blossoms




4/20/24

 



apple blossoms weighted

with snow

they ask me where we are going




 



thinned by mist

the mountain grows tired

grass quietly eating rain




4/19/24




snowflakes :: staying in touch after death



 




the long sentence of the voice at three in the morning, blameless



 

4/18/24

 



o keeper of darkness, don't we walk into life through parallel doors




 



a man breaks down, but i don't speak about the weight of the stone




 



the cherry blossom

you held out

was you




4/15/24

 



wind blows my fingers off

            small fossils

free of mind




 



            emerging

from a random sky

      a withered tree




 



a child and his face

have all the light

            the sea lies flat




4/14/24

 



five monostich:


the long limbs of human light ascending


a face without eyes the moon spills its sand


an audience reading around the desk of solitude


empty chairs in a cornfield a birthing begins


coming home to the guardian stone




4/13/24

 



an old rain is staring out the window

high in the winter trees

my garden has built a nest




4/11/24

 



within an earlier melody

unknown outside the dream

are the lands i am and will learn to perceive




 



whose expanse of lake is sane enough

to receive the grace

of winter geese




 



being asleep while two calling owls speak the language of night




4/10/24




            rain's rhythm

dawn chorus

            the river begins




4/9/24

 



afraid of the eclipse :: i was right to be




 



droning engines die

                wind sound

                               vast




4/7/24

 



death of the sun

            tomorrow, eclipse

                        shadow of man, of moon




 



blue-green lichen

            on rain-darkened trees

                        journal of dreams




4/6/24

 



in the last car of the train

            nodding asleep, holding the way home

                        open




4/5/24

 



a rainbow 

            to end the day—

three journeys in last night's sleep




 



three monostich:


dreaming snow last night in different lives


the same bed years apart restored from ashes


small beginning dropped in the night in the soil




4/4/24

4/3/24

 



no mountains here

            —what is higher

than thunder




 



geese flying

            a pair—

no gazing at the sky




4/2/24

 



in a sweet scented breeze

            i don't know

whose petals




3/31/24

 



using a mourning dove's coo

to quiet

my ears




 



lost the moon

            behind a pine

                        so the day begins




3/30/24

 



long wings

            climbing a thermal

virgin sky




3/29/24

 



rainy skies

            flowers sleep

hazy moon

            flowers dream




3/28/24

3/27/24

 



eaves drip

                        dripping

            the swollen heavens dry




 



            mixing vinegar and water

before easter

                        snow squalls




3/26/24

 



with stems that stood

through winter—

                        here i'll plant my life




 



the wind

the house

i listen to them moan




3/25/24

 



the sun is warm

            the windflowers will

lift their heads




3/24/24

 



under heaven's freedom

            to be stormy or clear

wearing my black beret




3/23/24

3/22/24

 



picking up the dollar

        someone dropped

a buddhist nun walks by




 



morning with

a killing frost

                she prefers my naked face 




3/21/24

 



pine forests i cannot see from

            ohio

                        the sky reaches there




3/20/24

 



            limbs that walk

limbs that grow

            three old oaks and i




 



sky and winds loud and restless all day about money




3/19/24

 



releasing water from a stagnant pool i look within




 



a moonless night

my neighbor's light

all this hurry to die




3/17/24

 



a pregnant moon

we

climb into bed together




 



killed

on the road

i have no heart for travel




 



morning sky

            evening of my life—

receive the waxing moon




3/15/24

 



white orchids

            yellowing—

i have an appointment to be cured




3/14/24

3/13/24

 



an early windflower

white 

where snow never fell







 sharing last night's

                           dreams

                                dawn bleeds




3/11/24

 



            to avoid my hands

an injured finch

            flutters from death on the road




3/10/24

 



for pine cones swept to an asphalt fate i grieve




3/8/24




blue umbrella

            broken rib

cloudless skies



 

3/6/24




even the old orchard

            turns death

 into grass







sawing downed limbs into rolls of thunder



 




tracing wounds

            across the spiraling sky

                        fallen tree and i



 

3/5/24




plundering an abandoned nest

                                             one crow 

                                                    death




3/4/24




within

            the paper lantern

                        storm-darkened ohio night



 

2/29/24




coming up from the basement to a house still standing



 

2/25/24

 



flow of clouds beyond the bough of a newly dead tree




2/24/24

 



in the warmth of the sun i offer the sun my warmth




2/23/24

 



the way forward

        lonely day

drone of a small plane