DECEMBER 5, 2014 9:03PM

goodness and mercy

Yea, though I walk through the valley and shadows,
though I meant to reserve that Emerson biography,
though my shoulders ache from the weight of my own heavy absence,
though the loving correspondence goes unwritten and
sirens wail in the… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 12, 2014 6:45PM

auguries for the none-so-blind



Two cardinals playing scarlet games of cursive sway

loop across the path, together then away

into the brush of leaves and latch of limb.


The addled woodpecker hammering his insistence

on the brick beside the open window: persistence

being the steady wake that follows whim.

&nb… Read full post »

APRIL 30, 2014 8:04PM

Left to my own


Truly my devices

                                       are more like contraptions the rickety way they w/…

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APRIL 10, 2014 7:36AM




 Poetry Is a Sickness




Poetry is everywhere; it just needs editing.

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APRIL 6, 2014 1:13PM


  Peter Miller_Buddha Daibutsu


 In Cold Spring Air

In cold
          spring air the
white wisp-
breath of
          a blackbird
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APRIL 2, 2014 7:14AM

april showers


April, anyway, came in like a lamb - though now its wool is wet. 


It's National Poetry Month again.



In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers.

Swimming aimlessly is luxury just as walking
loudly up a shallow stream is.

As we lean over the deep… Read full post »

JANUARY 6, 2014 12:06PM

mundane epiphanies




ever being born into my arms
the world laid bare coos and gurgles screams and cries
its tiniest fingernail scratching the surface  Read full post »

NOVEMBER 2, 2013 12:03AM

all souls prayer




Faithful departed  I long for

the reversed monkey's paw:

you seeing me ravaged

to bring you back to the shiver from the hairy house centipede,

the fractured tooth, crownless -  tired eyes,  cracked heels,

frown lines, a broken body,  dust and dirty dishes, th… Read full post »

OCTOBER 13, 2013 9:10PM



late in the night i wrestle the angle

cornered by time and entropy

the low shine halo of  a clouded moon

the dark grip of what i don't know

the wounding grace of struggle

and what i swear looks like a zit

on the face of god… Read full post »

JULY 21, 2013 11:25AM

conquer this




Undone by dark  I rise and go to the kitchen

to meddle with the elements:

what alchemy will change me? Drinking bitter brew

I note the houseplants lack nurture.

The primrose wilts, thirsty for attention  -

my spit won't save its dry roots:

I don't… Read full post »

JULY 14, 2013 7:23PM

the bright obvious


Goya Caprichos No


                      .......    Accept them, then,
As secondary (parts not quite perceived

Of the obvious whole, uncertain particles
Of th

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JULY 10, 2013 8:50PM

the lurching hours


Dear digital diary, binary bestie -

How to begin?  The lowering skies? The lurching hours? The Buddha on the window sill with indelicate cobwebs lacing the abhaya mudra of "all is well, fear not",  behind which a summer  storm gathers intself into cataracts?  All of the… Read full post »

JULY 3, 2013 9:02PM


cy twombly letter of resignation
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MAY 18, 2013 2:08PM

the weather inside

   photo by mitch dobrowner

  "Every time you wish the sky was something happening to your heart,

you lose twice." — Olena Kalytiak Davis




boomerang -
ing boredom

tedium of lists of
shoulds and shouldn'ts

back and forthi… Read full post »
MAY 9, 2013 10:07PM

time and place

   six suns by Donald MacMillen

  “Six Suns,” a timelapse photo of an Arctic day, taken by Donald MacMillan on the Crocker Land Expedition from 1913-1917.


When you live a long time in a place it ceases to be a grid on a map or interconnected streets, you come to know… Read full post »

MAY 1, 2013 9:01PM

Afternoon of a Non






It seems new: the phosphoresce-ing  green,
the insistent glare  - even the light and air turned chartreuse,
like the jaundiced blossom of a fading bruise,
like absinthe, like neon absence,
like drowning in anti-freeze,
like bile.





&n… Read full post »

APRIL 30, 2013 11:09PM

making a big pink moon




It's a confusion of Logos and Legos®

the architecture of desire  how

poetic - my love for the big pink moon

winching it across the dark unknown sky.



James Tate
APRIL 16, 2013 11:24PM

grasshoppers and peaches



Poetry is not the truth, it is a resurrection of presences.

-Octavio Paz




The something else under the sun lies in deep shade


                         &nb… Read full post »

APRIL 1, 2013 7:55PM




Oh, please - as if 

my foolishness were confined to a single April day,

as if the musty air in the room could be released by flinging

open the windows to the almost here air of Spring eternally as if

the mildewy reminder isn't seeping through the plaster… Read full post »

MARCH 11, 2013 8:14PM

compare and contrast





everything compares with 

the huge little life  no altar

or joss stick ash scent wafting away

from the smoke dinge settled on some idol

no elaborate howdah 

nor bouncing to the heavy steps of a  graffiti'd eminence grise

breathing in

sweet stench of… Read full post »

JANUARY 21, 2013 12:59PM

i don't want to


merry little christmas
I haven't taken down the tree.  I don't want to.  It isn't laziness  - I'm just not ready to say goodbye to the glow in the night and the piney scent when I enter the door.  Before it's a heap of dry
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JANUARY 2, 2013 3:39AM

some say ice



Oh, Christ.  We're still here,  left

like anxious Adventists inspecting

the loose shingles of our leaky hope,

our mundanely regular, slow and steady extinction,

the revelatory glare of our impatient despair.


I thought it would be ice -

the brakes gave out on the slick r… Read full post »

OCTOBER 30, 2012 12:10PM





The buddha’s doppelganger sneers
while a paralyzed Kali glares, but wait. Here

in the time before awkward bargaining gambits
or axiomatic surrender,
drumbeat tick of time, heartbeat of now,
the parallax present shifts.

Elsewhere, somewhere,  the numbers climb:
election polls,… Read full post »

OCTOBER 8, 2012 1:08PM

and all the days of


The airy sky has taken its place leaning against
the wall.
It is like a prayer to what is empty.
And what is empty turns its face to us
and whispers:
‘I am not empty, I am open.’
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OCTOBER 2, 2012 9:17PM

seance for the living


 Among the Rocks

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
      This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the
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