Wednesday, January 21, 2015

That road curves away
And the crossing is behind us
What was around that bend
Well, it’s still there, but we aren’t
I can’t see it, of course
And you can only guess
At how the sun, there, warmed the skin
And how the light breeze combed its fingers
Through the sheaves of your earthy hair
Why lament for water-carved canyons
And dried-up riverbeds?
Time is a map of choices
Can a compass needle, quivering,
Point everywhere at once?

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Impossibly wedged
Seeds thrust their green from grinding slabs
In ungenerous dust
Voracious clouds descend
Mandibles tear away photosynthesis
Common tempests expose tender roots
White-heat from a single eye withers
Yet we wonder that such genesis
Might not spring joyously up
Extending every fiber towards the yearning love
That should nurture it completely
Cursing the lazy neglect of the windblown shingle
And that the sun’s mirror mask is not dutifully worn
Darwin’s judgment is ever on our lips
Inscribing an elliptical curse of misinterpretation

Sunday, August 31, 2014


Leaf on the Wind

The Iron Surfer

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Find that place
That center
Unsoiled by the day
The unsolicited violence
Of being so obviously different
In the quietest way
Go there
Shut the door
Listen to your heartbeat
Trace safety with your finger
Ward off what smells your blood
And catch your breath.
Neither dark nor light
Has a place there.