Monthly Archives: December 2018

Awake all night again he stood And stared up at the sky. The north wind offered all its good In a crow’s faint harsh cry. His mind was filled with sticks of wood And nine ways to tell a lie … Continue reading →

Oneness only exists from a distance, A figment of the calculus of photons Destablizing the angular Momentum in rods and cones of our eyes. This doesn’t mean you must, nor even can, Trust the photographer’s intimate Portrait of a bright … Continue reading →

You can see clear to the water, Only it’s iced-over down there now And snow-covered, and the restless Winter tides have rumpled it All up at the precarious Edges of shabby capes slumping Like worn mattresses slowly Sloughing bedding to … Continue reading →

The white vans driving out of the city, Out to tall, beige crematorial kilns, They have your life and hope in green boxes. Tomorrow you may be smoke in the air. You have seen the white vans in the city, … Continue reading →

Moss and lichen devour stone over eons. The sun and stars slowly eat themselves up. You hear your stomach growl in the night. Everything is hungry. Thin-stemmed grasses Dig into soil where the worms twist endlessly Between sandy crumbles of … Continue reading →

All around the obtuse curve of earth Water is warm flesh rippling under The moon’s caresses. Even in winter Water moves with the tides, keeping Dry crusts of ice cracking and scaling Daily to slough away old, dead constructs. Every … Continue reading →