Saturday, May 30, 2015

Flowers in Groups

Flowers are as
dangerous as flags.
They choke the
air for their own
secret reasons,
calling like sirens,
biding time like spiders.

Monday, May 25, 2015


It was a very large car
That slid so quietly
Down the hill
While the birds were
Screaming and the
Squirrels were dancing in the trees.
Air choked with petal sweet.
Sky rotten blue.
Windows cold sealed.

(this poem appears in Gnossis Journal)

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Seeing Spirit

I wish I
could see the wind.
It would bring reason to
why the leaves
twitch and dance
on their own. The wind
is the spirit of space.
I wish I could see it
like the birds.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Animated Sound

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Transition in the Modern World

Unlike what they say in the movies
life has the inertia of a battleship.
Just packing a few years of
identity and taking
just what you can't
abandon takes months
and the unreliable
cooperation of others.
Dying may be
the most efficient
way to alter course.
You can do it alone.
It reflects true
worth. You can
ignore what is
legal and
you can

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Unexpected Sentiments

What's wrong with me?
I share sentiments with
wind driven insects
or tumbling leaves.
I see the
faded ball gowns
on drying flowers,
the pathos from stilled birth throes
of dis-ensoiled seedlings.

Monday, May 11, 2015

The Fourth of July

stood tall
on the toes
of the clear green
trees that rested on
broad scarlet shoulders
of the chinese maples that
glowed in the afternoon sun
below the dark of redwood pine.

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