we hear you plugging bullet holes with saccharine words and preposterous fables. that sticky resinous tar resonates with the wrong souls but consoles no one. I get even with you for getting even with me and vice versa, and conversely, in reverse–or the Other– way around. that’s what i’ve found– it’s always a round, circular argument, but even when I spurn you– you’re still part of me. holy spirit, Human, even the trees cast your shape in their shadows. there is death in life but there is life in death…read more
she’s in my house again, reading my books, drinking my tea, feeding my cat, speaking like me. i don’t invite her in. not consciously. she is not me. i’m over there— in the same chair— that she is. this is what puzzles and quizzes me… where does she start and i begin? how do her bones fit into my skin? my dark and baleful twin is awake when she sleeps but is still not enlightened. hush now, you napping storm, this is the fulcrum. it’s my turn to convey my…read more
HAINT BLUE follow me, the emissary crow of the woods. I unfurl my wings and take flight, winging through shadowed trees and leaves dappled in light. a distant calliope plays faintly a misplaced song quaintly, but near and dear to hear. it wheezes and chimes through centuries of time, and he hums along, remembers words wrong, and laughs, to the delight of our ancestors. we’ll soar over hollers and undulating hills. upon those bluegrass backs are platted plans of secret whiskeys distilled and patchworked burley tobacco— the foundations and vertebrae…read more
HUM in these garments are the remnants of meaning and memories, adjacent to my flesh, and to my bones. embroidered within my heart, this matrix is mine. it records the shine of each pearl I’ve cast away. days devoted to earth and sky, summoning spirits with sweetgrass-scented prayers, in escort of the tranquil snap of sparks and the smoky, perfumed hope that unites us with the clouds and drinks from the sun. elixir of the gods pours from the stars and nourishes the Earth in arcing colors of refracted light,…read more
see my little boat?see how it floatsupon the wavesand the mirrors?there is the whirlpoolthat tugs my wee craftthrough the remoteand capricious sea.i can predict its next phasethrough entropy and the evolutionit accompanies.hey.look at me.i’m barely 3leagues away from youon the isle of smiles,but there are too many knotsto untangle before setting out to seeyou.see my boat launch into the clouds, Sea?i’ve never been more proudto stand at the helmas i’m learning to fly.not to underwhelmthe average participant,but closing your eyes in reposeis a sufficient instrumentof propulsion for a pilot like…read more
dog star laughs in the sky, howling through the days of summer and the winters of night. sirius guides isis through the stars on a leash of light, feeding love to the hounds of hell and felling them upon the altar of peace and truth and the wakened osiris stirs alternations of permutations, transmutations and alterations of toxin to treasure, in an eternity of evolution dogged with plight.
still me, distill me. align me, refine me. finer elements inclined to the essence Divine. comtemplosition of the juxtaposition— contempletation of the juxtaposation of the angels’ share and mine. I don’t care— it’s their spirit to drink, to claim, and to ‘shine. solar flare, bright glare. the tense past is past time– now it’s sublime all of the time.
GREAT i called her Great because my two grandmothers were already Grand and she was the Great One. given to a wealthy woman at 9-years-old, she was provided with a new identity and a new life. Great was re-named and re-souled long before I was born. at 22, she married a Minnesota Irishman and they created my grandmother, Catherine, who had the face of a 1940’s pin-up doll and the 13 marriage proposals to prove it. one day when i am grown, i will receive a letter that she wrote…read more
ROOTED i cannot see your feetbeneath the table, so I do not knowif they’ve taken rootin the soil, casting branches like inverted treesdeep into the earth. if they have, i know that you are nourishedby the light that kisses your face, the rain that washes you clean, and the clouds that provide the shadethat cools your skinas they sail across the sky. if they have, i know that you are the grass that softly waves helloto the poppies and sunflowers that grow in the meadowsin ribbons of redand banners of…read more
FIGURE EIGHTS in a culture of vultures, it takes a departure to restore vitality to Nature. no more rent. this spirit’s spent enough time and sense as a hostage to fear and discontent. a new octave prepares for adoption by both the brave and the knave. a telescope looking into space seeks paradigms to replace the loss of peace and hope. a microscope looking at the human race, finds both shadowed selves and luminous face in the mirror. a fractal of infinite reflections mends Itself…read more