There’s a small bird stays to have a look with a tik tok head puts its trust for a time ~who sent you, little one?~ to eye me up to … Continue Reading Eye to eye
Cast your line into the soft static of six days from now. Feet up, warm cup, and let someone in. One who’s been down. Yes, that’s the one, my love.
~Fifty said to Fifty~ Time is growing short, growing cold. Know that i will be with you, all the way to the next time. Be on guard, lest I drift … Continue Reading Mutuals
I tried a brush of camel hair for what it did to gauze Too brash it was to have a care and so it gave me pause Your marble eyes … Continue Reading A brush with life
My head is turned by a siren’s accolades and all other voices of the moment come as bothersome braying murderous crows
Once, I peeled back a peekaboo page, thinking to find what lay beneath- some lines writ in a flowing hand that only I would understand. But that leaf, so soft … Continue Reading Leaf of litmus
In the switched-off kitchen I peered through drapes of grey lace, transfixed at the sight: a mirror hall of backyard infinities, benighted in a mute of blue. The straight rise … Continue Reading November neighborhood
There were phone books as thick as a board I never believed that showy strongmen could rip one in two In those days we were all laid bare ~our addresses~ … Continue Reading Ellipse
The sleeper’s in want of a whirling fan to mitigate the noises of the settling night To knit a womb of warm and snowy static that gloves in syllables ~We … Continue Reading Sleep tight
I live in the worldof whistle and hum…those intimatesthat clear the blank snow from pathways.That conjure up demented dance,and keep at bay the deathly trance.
Dreams, I’ve had, and thoughts in broad day, now, of doors both shut and locked. Of bridges, burned or broken. Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars, cleverly cartooned. A safe distance. But … Continue Reading God save the Queen
May I do this with your arm, you said. Not ~Can I~, but ~May I~. And then, with your hands, you pressed down hard into the years, prying up stones … Continue Reading The church of research
The curve and camber of lofted windowlight. An epithet for the sun.
Embowered in dappledark the mushroom kin shake out their seasonings in a randy rain of spores A fallen pollen for the dusky earth Shaded with umbrellas of gills
Copters of the dandelion-Maple hover and spin hover and spin! Miss the mower Allowed to flower Allowed to root Bumbles and squirrels to boot!
The wan sun on Athabasca.Her dress of snapdragon lace. A dwindling down to frost, this night.An unexpected need for gloves. Keep moving, I must.