12/30/19




doesn't skin form by thinking        of the shadows it will hold within



11/25/19




coffin-flat field in ohio      slowly grows a crow



11/23/19




can faces i've never seen before        hear the rain inside my dreams



11/21/19




can you imagine the storm within my boat that exhausted every wind



11/20/19




to guide the light that is light        was life



11/18/19




the only forest we never felled        living within my leaf



11/13/19




when eyes are closed        can moonlight flood the cave



11/10/19




what was once stripped leafless        dark beside my bed



11/8/19




turn the shadows over until your first snow falls out






to search each day for sun is my asylum






watching leaves fall into clouds :: i could almost live again



11/7/19

11/5/19




a silent drum :: a darkened lamp :: more starlight than i can use



10/27/19

10/24/19




could the origin of leaves be autumn        and helpless falling



10/11/19

10/7/19




last drops of rain in hands of a breeze        stirring what others need



10/5/19




how does one keep company        with a rose from the end of the world



10/4/19




for love of the house        our table is small



10/3/19




let us kneel down with mountains        repairing the wind



10/2/19

9/29/19




when i die        to whom shall i leave        the one who lived here before



9/24/19




what is the name for shedding a leaf        and having no age



9/20/19

9/19/19




shadow is the shortest route        to unexpected light



9/17/19

9/14/19




the whole of the earth becoming more perfect :: entering the sea before us



9/11/19




in the milk behind your eyes :: live those who have one wing



9/9/19




i look from the monarch without her wing :: into the mystery of sky



5/17/19

5/11/19

4/6/19




if you find a ripe moon on the ground :: may it happen to me



3/30/19

3/10/19




i was child
and a silver craft fell home
into nobody else



3/6/19




stones are slow
slower than me
turning into breeze



3/3/19




our eyes open in the afternoon
we see dusk
through falling snow



2/4/19





i miss the world
            mountains lost and lost
                        the ark unable to land



1/26/19





when i separate from my hands,
            said the water,
                        whose journey will be done



1/24/19





one grain of rice
                        (for many bowls)
the guest left behind



1/21/19





crossing the river above the trees
                                                           
                                                                        my flood raised to feather







late in our moon
and no
one
asleep in the barn



1/20/19





through ice works
            on maple buds—
                        —long walk to the sun







many times of being lost
            in place
like a lake between the waters



1/19/19




a child's cup of moonlight was the thread of my returning



1/18/19





something eternal
            worn down
                        to a man who believes he’s sleeping



1/17/19




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



1/15/19