Thursday, September 11, 2014

west on highway 6









west on highway 6
along
fresh-mown road ditches
goldenrod fields
pierce cardamon daydreams
to
the
thrum-thrum of tires on crappy pavement baked in midwestern sun at 91 degrees
these dog days of summer will likely head-butt
into a near morning's early frost
silvering threads of conversation & memories
buried six inches & 12 months deep in soil
the color
of
coffee grounds & honeyed cigar smoke
thrum-thrum
sunflower towers catch dragonflies & remorse
petaled mile-markers randomly blown from Orion's belt
what design do they illuminate?
what trail of illusion?
thrum-thrum
it smells
of
green
the ageless green of this september day …
thrum-thrum


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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Sturgeon Moon

storms of earth
and
blue-heron seekers
what fractal fragility lies under
this sultry haze of August nights
here on the prairie grass
where .......
softness .......
drips ........
from thunder
and
the dust of bees
dreams rise from
fire
ice
and
the dance of the moonshine warriors, peacemakers
and
beekeepers
we paint ourselves naked
and
frolic with the monkey-wrenching tight-rope walkers
shifting into love activists
thick & plush in woolen kilts
mighty our rose tongues
and sharp the bite
with softness
secretly tucked
between the blood folds
and
below freckled skin creeped with sailing ships
and ink trails
replete with sorrow
sorrow .....
buoyant and lucky
the cursed ones ....
squeeze that misshapen fractal along the palm-heart-line
and tender it's story
with a circle of stones
and
wild birds


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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

(R + h)^2 = R^2 + d^2















The space is built into the fabric of our passage
held like water calypso & zaffre
untamed in it's waning
waiting becomes the prayer of skin & moonlight
tattooed in silver & sand . . .
wind changes
scent is born
as the ship curves to earth & sky
distance is the ratio of risk to water
divided by
intention
waxing & waning
command & surrender
contentment rising to solitude
hold fast, hold fast
this thread golden in starlight & sorrow
voyages of amber-honey presence -
hold fast
waiting becomes the feathered prayer of fire & air
upon water calypso & zaffre
hold fast  . .



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Monday, August 11, 2014

condensation & evaporation











as you
move throughout your day,
if we look close enough,
if we look hard enough
frame by frame
sublimation ...
each movement sparks and sky rockets particles of you
flakes, elements & fragments
of every
pain
every hope every desire every memory .....
float
cascading & tumbling into the air
pulled and drawn into the
blue
into
other fragments and pieces
mingling merging melding fusing
creating
quantum marriages
of indescribable
brilliance,
black veils of melancholy,
chaotic joy
crystalline darkness

and
infinite
lovely
possibility
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Friday, August 1, 2014


















i am flattened between panes of antique glass
thin, fine glass - imperfect & undulating
sandwiched - pressed
held in place for some mysterious-mercury-reason
held  . .
in . .
place . .
feelings illusive & cloaked
laying pressed & folded-in
holding
yearning for air & the echo of happiness
able to quietly observe this august sky-perfection
but can not touch
or smell,
or breathe in
pressed as an ancient prom flower
cornflower perhaps, or stephanotis
with heather & violets
preserved & held captive
this bell-jar moment echoes of the empty
no scent & breeze . .
color seems distant, removed . . . faded
what contraction of muscle will tip the fragility ?
what contraction of will could free the light &  rhythm ?
do i rest or resist ?
when does  resistance create the glass boundary ?
rock, paper, scissors
pause, rest
await the shift
and prepare to shatter this crystalline cage


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Thursday, July 31, 2014

July 31


THERE
are no marked days here at the end of July
no birthdays, half-birthdays, appointments, no anniversaries,
nothing stands out
no X on a calendar ....

2 weeks before my mother died
she
began randomly and with no explanation
marking days off
one X after another
X X X ....
she died 14 days after that first squiggly X
did she know ?
did she have some secret ethereal clue ....
or was she merely marking the days off
until i was due home for a visit ...
and
instead
she died

things shifted ~
love ; jammed & dammed
anger surfaced sharp & deep
cars kept driving, people kept working
and
no one seemed to notice
but me

my dad was in the hospital
recovering from yet another round
with congestive heart failure
the night before, we laid side by side in his hospital bed
watching ER
he felt ... cool  
( i can still smell his aftershave )
he woke the next morning
and while sitting on the edge of his bed,
drinking a cup of coffee
he had a massive heart attack and
died
he died

things shifted ~
love ; jammed & dammed
anger surfaced sharp & deep
cars kept driving, people kept working
and
no one seemed to notice
but me

those holes are looming
looming for no reason
on these marked days ....
of anger buried
love recovering ....
they died in October of different years
it feels so long ago ...
maybe
it is all this rain




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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

things are not always as they seem







some days
I wish the roof wild
to be ripped from this house
plucked by twister … or azure magic 
leaving exposed the lathe bones & plaster of its construct 
sun streaming in to light upon the broken corners
wind dervishing with no philosophic placement
random bits thrown to the unexpected
inside out
outside in
woken to the thunder of being
each breath miraculous in its chaos
such is the nature of storms


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