a prayer which bleeds each time it prays. whose child is unheard,

unfinished, without birth. whose road is empty except for stone.

a small flame flickers beneath the stars. remembering it is lost.

 

a fist of clouds burst the heart. everything in wind

became theft. everywhere was music but silent. how

do broken branches become a vernal cross. and now there is autumn.

 

around a careless noise in the shallow of night

absence and weaknesses pool. does every mouth not listen?

to hear the sighs of flesh dissolve beneath the rusted tongues of bridges.

 

a finger of water circles the earth, taps on rock

near a motionless man. air gently ripped by pines.

injuries without weight. blood on the rock.

 

snow is falling over the past. over the wild

cosmos garden. a silver light holds her feet above

the ground. how much of the moon has she swallowed.

 

autumn homes harvested

soil packed into yellow seed

                        mother leaves

 

water pulls my secrets deep into its pockets.

loves the drowning i do not love. survivor in strange

depths. where not all with eyes are alive.

 

it begins with a november rose. shadows stirring a bowl

of milky blood. wholeness and wild honey die slowly.

remembrance, our permanent home.

 

rain dreams the face of a sleeping lake. mists cross

the fleshy border. a wolf pine raises seven heads.

with splintered fangs. naked strong and ruined.

 

on the first day of life. there is no place that is not

part of self. the moon begins counting its

delicate birds. death stands alone in a field.

 

silence in a poem grows with not one

mystery less than needed. guardian of what

least understands. to whom the moon and dark entrance belong.

 

moon shining through the corner of an open mouth. a ferris

wheel burning in the garden of night. grandmother looks older

than when she died. she who knows my heart will wear out.

 

leans into the wind examining life for wings.

at the center of being whispers swarm. 

hands powerless to stop the little good gone wrong.

 

from a chair in the backyard. a mountain i've never

seen hides the orb that never changes. what happened

to my people who feared the ocean's edge.

 

stars pound on the roof but no one hears.

a lost soul settles to the benthic floor. polished

darkness. weight of silence. have mercy.

 

an oracle's river flows from the sea. water

no one sees. yet i feel a body beneath my feet.

like walking on a snake. cold as the flesh of shadow.