8/31/17




does the voice of one who is dead gamble away the phantoms one knows






the eyes of the sheet you lowered over your body stop at dawn



8/26/17




more silence in life than life in the universe—sky, at other times






i am back in the house a child would know the instant sky goes to stone



8/24/17




when weeds make me their living path    into a canyon too inessential to follow



8/23/17




i refuse to inherit anything smaller than god's journey through our rooms



8/22/17




from the portrait of the man born a slave    i walk outside of healing






and what if the heart giving birth to the child prefers the hush and the heat of an attic



8/21/17




what lightning remembers will never wound    is the moon returned to its river



8/19/17




leaning over the edge of august    the horn of the wounding moon was true






who is ironweed staggers stars    this hand i dipped in its spring






too dark to tell the sun i have seen where the last garden on earth has run



8/18/17




one chord of light searingly close but you learn the guide that guides the hand






and if i could find my child as a child again in the memory of blue Japanese iris



8/17/17




if i knew the name you called yourself    would that rub sight into my eyes






captives are those who return and return—i am a potato surrounded by mountains



8/13/17




how do we gather whispers of blood as they fall from a buried shadow






from the trees there is a cry, saddled, waiting    is the sound of the dark in our house



8/12/17




why do elderberries continue to dream until each drop of blood returns



8/9/17




keeping things whole in the absence of wind :: here's a body gathering its shell






call of the owl beside a dream :: or a pine taking leave of the night



8/7/17




years pass in a single white blossom    i think no one looks in or out






how is it i know the escape of small winds has answered the prayers in my breath



8/5/17




in the early life of the mother of the rose    you are the one afraid of flowers






8/2/17




learn to breathe water you will find the other forest






the other secret in the touch of a hand    life in the absence of light