can the sun be weighed in dying whispers

where is the road that walks on it knees

how many waters are never dreamed

 

can silence be gleaned from winter geese

can shadow give the cry of birth

shall faultless blue endure as the robe of our earth

 

why did night air 

on a branch of december

turn its face to me

how old was light

that could not support

the weight of falling leaves

 

how many flaws 

of wild honey in me

how many rose

eternities

on the eve of blue

why do my violets

grieve

 

whose blood received the first immortal

whose blood is a carnival of knives

is it shadow that shapes then seals our eyes

 

where blue mountain ends :: the kiss of a silver wind flows in

 

was i a petal waiting for the sun's eye to open

or the sky who chased a small bird into breath

when did i learn that blue is the planet of our death

 

how long has my river endured the torment of water

was baptism the stone i bathed

who bled from the wound where i have no vein

 

one inch of wind :: a pearl begins

 

heron departs

to the cave

of the moon

death's day

the undoing of blue

 

are small windows the soul of silence

which thread of my life connects two dark trees

will the heat from my grave go unperceived

 

does rain hear the silenced heart

do ashes rise into a blood-warm sky

have all suns held inside a dawn that never arrives

 

child of ash :: may i wear at my throat 

your frozen whispers

child of stone :: have you met in your dreams

the mirror that wants to live

when all that is dust returns to song, where

will the child of the wound be found

 

whose river ascends to the womb of the skies

how deep is the well of a mountain's cry

for whom does earth wear her necklace of knives

 

who taught our darkest river to drink from the sea

who put silence inside shadow inside seed

how many who are dreamed want only to sleep

 

on the days i can touch what is lost, what is said?

death of depth

we dare call heaven

milk makes a prison

of skin

tears of grace

original face

 

waking up a thousand birds :: i have to be a perfect dawn

(first appeared in Roadrunner Haiku Journal in 2009)

 

two poems (first and last in the issue) just published in Issue 153 of Right Hand Pointing!

 

whose flesh lies beyond the edge of the rose

how many dreams encircle a seed

whose love is snow on a black woolen sleeve

 

who cried eight tears into the heart of each star

who runs the circus of death

whose martyred howl shall be restored as flesh

 

petals of rain

honeyed sky

young mountain silently rising inside

island: the moon

that swallowed the moon

a mouth that gathered clouds

 

a short poem published in Issue 5 of tiny wren!!

 

whose vision dies at the entrance to dawn

on which side of my skin is sky

if dream is the cradle, who is the child

 

whose skin has not awakened to green

whose heart is blind with eyes

where are there hands to bandage the sky

 

when were stars erased by rain

when did sleep still live in a tree

who was the first to murder a dream

 

who hasn't an eye that refuses light

        and helpless blood in their breast

when shall our honey smell faintly of death

 

is it true that earth has never uttered a word

            

            that silence and stone make soul

   

in the clear mind of rain

                                                aren't we random

 

why is silence round

why did darkness grow a tree

why does staying alive take wings

 

were you always as far as the moon can sail

were you the bell that broke into light

in the ancient darkness that is to come

whose arms hold the mother of dawn

 

when we forget we are water :: who drowns

 

what is the fate of a child in whom the sea has been crossed

why has the moon kept no one from harm

when will the voice of the rain stop saying

going back cannot be done

 

new poem published in SurVision #12.

 

who can walk the path inside sparrow

who can dream where the moon is unknown

how can depth be the origin of snow

 

how far from her moon shall the sleeper wander

how far from water may one drown

when all that is dust returns to song

where will i be found

 

whose sorrow heals as a wing

whose wound mourns the gun

when did my shadow first walk underground

 

who remains when all that is silent is said

who arrives when death is a seed

how deep within the breathing pine

is sky and open sea

 

"Four Queries" published in Right Hand Pointing.