OOOPS!
OH WELL
Lost in the ether, probably not alone though.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
January
January arrives portrayed by a two headed god. A new year begins and an old one ends on a calendar which follows the sun and forgets the moon. The computer faithfully registers the change by immediately eliminating the numeral two and replacing it with a three. Nature is indifferent.
More reflective of nature is the garden. It is encircled by trees and the ground beneath them grows wild and untamed. Leaves lie where they land sheltering wild flower seeds and bugs. The birds pick through them. The cat watches the birds. The dog chases the cat. The birds fly away. They will come back.
More reflective of nature is the garden. It is encircled by trees and the ground beneath them grows wild and untamed. Leaves lie where they land sheltering wild flower seeds and bugs. The birds pick through them. The cat watches the birds. The dog chases the cat. The birds fly away. They will come back.
Somewhere between nature and calendar, one small corner of the garden sits outright in the sun and is cultivated. It flooded unto desolation in December. As the water receded, wind bared the carefully tended plot into gnarly swirls of mud soaked straw. January topped it with ice. It will need a kind hand to be beautiful again.
Other than the usual winter disarray, the garden left wild is undisturbed.
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Friday, January 25, 2013
Spiral
Out of the hollows of abandoned bones
a liminal hand strikes on stone
the silent pulse between dusk and night
there carves the image
of sound and light.
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
The Elephant's Room
It's ten before midnight.
December's in twilight.
December's in twilight.
The cards face their falling
in an unfinished drawing
near the end of this year.
It's ten before midnight.
December's in twilight.
December's in twilight.
The book is recycling
as the tree pens the writing
near the end of this year
It's ten before midnight.
December's in twilight.
December's in twilight.
Time is kept swaying
by a waltz that's been playing
near the end of this year.
It's ten before midnight.
December's in twilight.
The cat knows who's hiding.
The doves know who's flying
December's in twilight.
The cat knows who's hiding.
The doves know who's flying
near the end of this year.
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Chapter Six (The Flood)
images images images
pages in the book
tried to press them together
to keep them dry
to keep them dry
they flew apart
into the blue which is sky
into the sky which is whole
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Sunday, November 11, 2012
Few Stars Are Out Tonight
She turns in twilight sleep
hair and gown long and stirring about
cresting round the moon.
The trees whisper to one another.
The broad trunks flute low
and sound the ocean sound.
It is the wind.
Who was it tugged on her dreams
causing her to notice we are here?
Branches lift and crawl.
It is the wind.
It is only a matter of time
before she awakens fully,
her attention upon us deeper
as she turns earthward
laughing, always laughing.
The long grasses whistle high
and sound the raptor sound.
It is the wind.
Soon earth and sky
will be one tonight
boiling in her spin.
It is the wind.
Few stars are out tonight.
It is the wind.
Whose heart is lifted?
Whose is afraid?
It is just the wind.
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Monday, November 5, 2012
On the Eve of Day
A storm's coming
and it's useless
to escape while the whole world spins.
It caught me running
threw me weightless
into the madness of its torrid winds.
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