4/29/25

 



bound together

            grains of sand begin to breathe

we shall hear the oceans drowning




4/27/25

 



strange to be immortal

            stars tasting my mouth

i shall grow a yellow house




4/24/25

 



first day of life

the moon counting

its delicate birds




4/23/25

 



streets walking with their heads held low :: i climb a distant radio




4/22/25

 



what did blue see from its window before it became an eye




 



a voice for things which don't exist :: i am egyptian in silence




4/18/25

 



are the passages missing from my shadow

written

on a fallen leaf




4/17/25

 



found asleep beside the weariness of spring

your mother when she was young

yet changed




4/16/25

 



a man breaks down

who was it you ask, what

was the weight of the stone




4/15/25

 



keeper of the solitary soul

permit me space

among the flocks of this earth




 



on a day without sound

adrift on a lake

my grave is unhurried




 



my hands cry out all night in their sleep

dawn rises

a hole in its palm




4/14/25

 



grasses

grow over my roof

a message drifts through the sky




4/12/25

 



hands and truths shall be broken

we know

when a rainbow




 



lord, why do i grow cold trying to keep you alive







am i a petal waiting

for the sun’s eye to open

 

or the sky who’s chased

a small bird into breath

 

when did i learn that blue

is the planet of our death




4/9/25

 



can i say i love you

when there's no shore in sight

when mystery only mystery

may be all that survives




4/8/25

 



they feed the dead a cold sun :: we in the black beret




4/7/25

 



when you grow up i will have been so many years risen from the dead




 



why has the statue missing one hand :: chosen this morning to speak




4/6/25

 



when the moon is ripe :: why doesn't it fall from its tree




 



all night long knowing and not knowing the figure asleep on the shore




4/5/25

 



i showed her where i fell home :: she showed me the scar she left on the sky




4/2/25

 



every first sunrise preserves my belief :: a deeper, older fire




4/1/25

 



white coffin


now the waters are freed of ice

            and the four directions repair the wind

and the fields rise up to heaven....