Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Big wave cloud
crashes.  I love
the sea.
When I feel it in me
I know.
I begin again.

Fireflies came out one by one
and lit the night.
The growing grass smells
the honeysuckles smell.
The leaves and sky are wed.
Every seed becomes the voice. 

Monday, May 30, 2011

Maps in Sunlight

The smell
of an open bottle
of wine
invades us
in our room.
We watch
the lights dim,
if they were
flames they’d flicker
a bit but
bulbs bring
things low,
and then ride.
A fort and
hills all around
Just as the
snow melts,
hearts run wild
and new lines
crease everything;
and crease
everything again,
and fold and fold
and fold
to new wrinkles.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Wild Wings

if there's a secret
that stillness keeps,

if we share
a secret stillness
still kept deep,

-then the wind keeps it
in your eyes-

or if it keeps wild love alive
by twisting strange nights
into untamed firefly songs,

-or sings you to sleep-

it slumbers,

the whole wind whispers
your name-

and keeps still at night

Saturday, May 28, 2011


I am like this.
I am
of the water-
yielding, returning-

The earth
birthed me
in secret,
not even I knew
that I was.

Now I am
alone in the allness,
in the mystery
in the mouth
of time.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Every breath

sunshine raining in your eyes;
if you go far today
keep one little thing
tight in the palm of your mind,
a pebble maybe,
a spark of grasshopper's
long-dwelling note
or a smooth cool
drink of water.
don't hold on too close
and never let go;
fall in the long slanted beams
of sunshine;
fall aloft in the summertime.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

o noche te amo

The night
through the window
is a beckoning
hand that loves
me well every time.
To her curves
of blue down
black I'm
always prone;
the sure
art of her breeze
is pure femininity
to me and
I wander in
the direction of her perfume.


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

in aestate luceque credo

I am not mistaken.
The days our inter-
twining minutes count
and enumerate,
or pass out in the attempt,
every single ending
on its network
love to be built up
and taken apart;
reduced or
linked together in
this, their state
of blossom,
the unbuckling of
every single day-
to count each
separate seed
to eat sweetly.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Then daylight...

2 Spirals for
Eyes come out of
the darkness un-
obscure and darkness
sparkling in a
thousand fireworks
of their passion.
YOUR eyes,
milk and honey,
sparkness darkling
breathing deeply
every fullness,
and sing of everything.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

The moment

Night comes to this
snowy, volcanic land in a rush
of peach and molten reds.

Bjork has sat up
so many nights
like this one.
Her gaze never changes,
never flickers,
or wavers in intensity.
Two long and slender
fingers hold a cigarette
that burns without a care
for itself at all;
the singer is as untense as
a flowering orchid when,
suspended momentarily
in the light of dawn,
it blushes and opens up,
stretching large
and lazily.
She flicks the ash
into the ashtray and slowly reclines,
putting her feet up.
The way the burn lingers
in her mind,
an ocean apart or
long rangy mountains
couldn't deter her
in her mental ambulations.

She was thinking of science,
its swarming dragonflies
abuzz with knowing;
and of religion,
which seemed to her almost
nuclear in its unending
eruption, description
of ecstatic life;
sweltering in her mind.
She inched slowly, cautiously
toward a personal
reconciliation of the two

The lights of the stereo
blink and beckon
her to bed.
She slips into slumber
as softly as
an elephant comes tumbling to the ground,
raising a great cloud of dust
up toward the trees. 

Saturday, May 21, 2011

So soul alive

burning night
the living day
is a friend,
a random spontaneous
gust of
paper cranes
across my brain,
sailing the current
in no direction,
not going
not being anything other
than yourself,
stopped, started, halted,
giving giving,
gone in the burning night

Friday, May 20, 2011


your palm
in mine

summer sun

sunstorm love,
deep dark blue.

o oceaneyes
that ripple

cotton heart
in flames

tongues talk
in caves

that have no meaning.

perfect day

Thursday, May 19, 2011


The light changed time,
dimming daylight,
day by day.

The time mountains took
to fold themselves up.

The play of smoke
in the air as
you lay by the river.

Echoes always keep
these moments
in the mind’s
inner ear,
an entire history
stored in tiny instants,
a flicker’s second of significance
in the dust of the night.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Hurricane Meditation

The augmenting sound of
all of existence unending.

Escalation, the forces that push us together.
Enchantments, intoxications, decipherments
unwritten.  Joy in destruction, sugar tinted song
of night.  Oscurecer, an invitation
to dance.  Olvidar,
the voluptuous shapes of the almond
trees billowing in the wind.

O crescendoing.  To the
undoing of our easy dis
positions, til we tilt
our heads in easy ecstasy,
for I feel a wildness coming on:

razor eyelashes and sun-
burned cheeks.  Bone
necklaces break in the waves.
Your stories are appreciated,
creature, the eyes of winter fade away...

Scatter my light,
I'm still and obedient to my heart.

Won't you come closer?
Honeysuckle making noise in
the mouth of time, canoes rowing out
on my river.  On
your wild plains.
Feverstruck tongue
and I dripped a cave open.

Summoning you in the depths of song.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Partial Return

Sped home on moonbeams crazy miles long
wrapped in smiles that had traveled from
summerstorm to dawn.

Slipping into the city one quiet hour
after another, unraveling
on my balcony,
looking out
over ivy-covered walls,
seeing little whispered stories
unfold, inundated in the untold
spells we'll tell the world~

Monday, May 16, 2011

Ballad Excite

Feral dreams
come over us-
out on the
ranch is desolate-
and stopping,
and slowing down.
Slowly, smoothly
bringing the car
to a halt
by the side of
the road.
We’re out of
gas and
the road seems
empty, always
dreaming, always
sleeping, maintaining a
thick blanket
of emotion rawness
to eat, always.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Shellfish and branch of fern

The heaven-weight
of a single stem
seems to bend
beneath me in the sun;
the sunflower’s petals
turning in my eyes
and ears and
one strum of chord
causes the water
to spring from the air,
then return to it.
I’ve got my hands
against your back,
flat and strong it
anchors you in understanding
and resists this sea
of flowers crashing about you.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

One Wave

Salt and cloud
overcome the earth.
Wave tips
silver your eyes
which rest
on every movement.
The ocean hangs
by the moon
and keeps time
to the cell and rock
whose existence
only she will record.

Friday, May 13, 2011

As still as one

The moment
among the dusty leaves.
Gentle breeze
touches your evening cheek.
All of time stands out
in the sun,
as if, while
all remains equal,
one leaf flashes then,
another flashing now-
an echo in the summer
ends and echoes again
in the leaves between. 


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Hundred Horses

a palm full
of white feathers
of what holding
is to his palm
is folding the fingers
carefully about what’s
being held feld
into drops dewing up
up on the tip their nose.
radiating espiralating all
about a given center,
an object clothed
in gold that I see,
and winning itself toward heaven,
where spin and air
are not taken
but assumed completely
heaven’s swinging all about
this; trees are shaking
with its crash the twice-more-
overed sound of honey baking
undulating wave tiding, coasting
the coast of sea and running
grass that’s sunning,
I’m drinking water singing
for this water’s
and refreshing.
I’m sipping,
then gulping,
you see