Monday, December 31, 2018

new year's eve

we write and we breathe
we live
we die
taking inventory of our days, our hours
hopefully noticing the snap of the stars at night
at mercy to the sorrow-holes
at mercy to the sun's reflection
we show up
we retreat
we grasp & release
resolutions made by fools & thieves
paths are walked by the weary paisley'd wanderer
in woods dappled by constrast
hold it in

give it away

arms made sinewy & beautiful
to hold the sky, to hold the fragile
backs of willow-marble-pink to lean into the wind
legs both sure & liquid
a heart that recalls the taste of snowflakes on my tongue
the magnetic north of your skin
dreams that speak the gypsy tongue

we write
we breathe
unfolding to the evergreen of possibility
to the grace within . . .

we breathe

Sunday, December 30, 2018


the story told of typewriters
click-clack talking back
that echo lingers in my head
as if some turnkey stood there
mending stories thread
words pressed out upon a white page
embedded promises to wildness made
raising gaze to break of day
i slip from sombre thoughts to pray
to sun and blue and unseen things
to bark and bone and

of light

your watermark lies upon my thigh
parchment skin, burned edges dry
blue jay's call nestled on my tongue
damage wrung
song of salt & stone
dreams of moonlight call me home

tattoo bands of evergreen
circle round the king & queen
days of tourmaline slip past
pearled fast--woven
hold to dormant rising tide
stories old--a thousand years it took to find

spin the bottle--throw the dart
by scent i knew your tattered heart
ancient magic cast the spell
wind shifts--enchantment dwells
lucky we are--the ones who fly
uncharted path
indigo skies


PAINT me a picture of dragons & orbs
weaved of the blood and the pain we've absorbed
lacquered in memory of fire & air
curled up asleep alone in his liar
persian & azure--scales tarnished by time
smelling of snow & turkish key-lime
i stand at the entrance opal with shine

paint me a picture of loss & regret
the heart of a dragon will never forget
impaled by a brushstroke
twilight crimson-fire smoke
as hearts synch in three-quarter time
this ancient twining answers all rhymes
the cord transforms to silver-quartz-fine

paint me a picture consistent & true
of dragons & hollows & the magic of blue
who sees the dragon
who sees the soul
transparent to all as trust is the toll
redemption is found in fissures of light
there in the twilight, we hold--we fight
to open in wonder & dance with delight

paint me a picture of dragons & orbs
weaved of story
     all light we absorb

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

hand fast

are of this field
gathered wheat & moonstone
cloaked in the sombre sky of winter rain
separated by design
by desire cooled to rye whiskey
the crimson thread thin as sinew
tender not
merely silent
merely sure
resilient to wind & weather
tucked within that hollow space between bone & solitude
now resides the mirth of tiny souls trusted
held fast to the lines we've drawn of ourselves
for ourselves
of ochre & ash
wild wonderers
where one leaves off ... another begins
thick histories of pages wrinkled
tethered to this field
this life
golden gather

hold fast

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Of a room

Strawberry carpet
ceiling & floor
cupcake afternoon
pain ignored
cinnamon memory tucked into bed
sugarplum erotica lives in my head
taste of moonbeams
suffering sure
smell of snowfall
distant vapor
snow heralds forgiveness
sugar-light dusting--blue reflecting
stars talk in languages tempered by time
understood in pulses & rhymes
seams too tight
skin alight
ruched sorrow felt in waves white
pressed between ancient panes of glass
this life waking

this night.... stars shining
snow falling
at last

The blue you fall into

There is a blue you fall into
on a winter morning
an eternal blue
of reflected fields furrowed gold
cyan rivers wild
shallow and
claimed by golden-pink cirrus-threads
dancing to the sun
coolness wraps solitary and still
below the branches of the hackberry & maple
whispering of
night things & moonbeams
birds silent
breezes rising shifting
dark to alice-blue-gleam
the blue you fall into
Winter morning dream

birth . . .

Baby Boom Daughter of a Movie Queen and a Medicine Show

Juggling moons and carnival masks
between the blue waters & river banks 

rain and snow comes on
heavy & thick as black as a walnut's thigh
turning this lament into a great horn's cry
the sharp daggered pierce
of a cut to the core
bruises blue and wounds abyss 

each intake of breath
every mistake and regret

to abide with the pain
yet there...there!

move that picture of dragons & orbs



move it

to reflect even more upon the veil
secrets accomplished 
life's hidden tale
memory stolen by whimsies hand
sparkling & golden 
enchantment beholden 

rain melts all regret 

Moon to last quarter square with the Sun

stillness here
snaps of cloud fall to earth
an embrace of open arms
to color the night in lost and found
moon-glow & screech owl call
Yes, that's right-- there

Hold there
Cut of snow
Breath of moon