January 2010
1 post
My skull crashed against
The trunk down across the trail -
We’ve sagged since last spring.
November 2009
1 post
All Thanksgiving day,
Just begging for attention,
Lone red mailbox flag.
October 2009
2 posts
3 tags
Lost on Cold Mountain,
Cliffs, torrents & blasted pines -
I’ve sought for this site.
1 tag
Rushing to my death
Down a cataract of days
At the speed of breath
September 2009
2 posts
Stanza from 'A Summer's Dream' by Elizabeth Bishop
Every night we listened
for a horned owl.
In the horned lamp flame,
the wallpaper glistened.
Chunks of flotsam washed up by the lazy surf of a...
The collective soul exists. I know because it just rejected my application for admission. Existence is futile! This slogan is meaningless.
July 2009
1 post
Home to multitudes,
Birthing foxes & midges,
Their woods is now logged.
June 2009
1 post
In a loud moment
Breaking waves turn the lake white -
Summer thunder storm.
May 2009
29 posts
“ungainly at first
a great blue heron
rises above the trees
what I’d...”
– K.A. Martin via twitter
Hot humid Sunday
People locked inside cool rooms
Crows rule earth and sky
back surgery
openmicro:
the weight of wings upon my back
and yet it is they that let me fly
klindbeck:
In warm rain a blue jay on a blooming tree a cardinal on the wire
This is the kind of contrast one can feel at the roots of back teeth.
Recollections reflect
Worn tales my mock self tells me -
Polish the mirror
Great gray-blue heron
With water up to thin shins
Glares through at his toes
Thunder and sunshine
It rained off and on all day -
Lazy wet Sunday
From 'Infinite Jest' by David Foster Wallace (p....
So huge and bloated, As a woman he induced Sexual despair
sometimesagreatnotion:
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of...
Shinto by Jorge Luis Borges
ambivalence:
When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a...
Having hatched alive,
This flat snake froze a moment
When the wheel rolled down
The More Loving One, W H Auden
midnight-radio:
esthergreenwood:
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not...
Threadbare old tomcat
Snores all spring in the rocker
Mewing like a child
“I have had my dream — like others —
and it has come to nothing, so...”
– Thursday by William Carlos Williams
Wet, cold, windy May
So unlike Carolina
That geese have flown south
1 tag
Dreamer tried to tie
A complex knotted lanyard
For my tarot deck
Seen through the window
Crape myrtle tossed in a storm
By the heat pump fan
In each root’s shadow
Emerald moss huddles safely
On the beaten trail
“Let’s face it. I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the...”
– anne sexton (via tellherlies)
2 tags
Up late on the net
Each dream has its URL
In the web of sleep
File complaint in space provided:
There’s an ragged patch
Where my gold star ought a be -
Metaphorically
openmicro:
I leave a coin Atop a fencepost To greet the moon
Paiku
3 tags
Likely Epitaph (After Li Po)
Here lies John so drunk
He fell from his boat and drowned
Embracing the moon.
Letter to my son:
Being sister-nipped
Ain’t the same fucking thing as
Being pussy-whipped.
1 tag
My dog cat & I
Share a single mind watching
One mad buzzing fly
April 2009
23 posts
2 tags
The Frog Princess kiss
Thin lips of cool blue passion
Her breath smells of flies
1 tag
4 tags
Fog in the dawn pines -
Next a gunshot from nowhere
Shatters the chill woods.
But Odysseus
Withstood Circe’s morphing wiles
And the Siren’s songs
Whirled in your orbit,
Thirsty to plunge to your core
Left parched wanting more.
Are you the selkie
In the whirlpool luring me
To conversation?
Mermaid or siren,
Your heart’s intangible blood
Pulsing beyond touch.
Like Rilke’s angels
The Greek’s bicameral minds
Blown backwards trough time
My virtual friend
Sealed beneath the glass display
Like you’d plunged through ice
morningporch:
Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking through clouds, a field sparrow’s cup filling to the brim… April is still an unknown country to me.
Last year
One black and white cow
Converses deeply with grass
In the green meadow.
2 tags
In dream, 2 black dogs
Disembowel one another
In deadly silence.
2 tags
“A certain scholar named Mr. Wang
Was laughing at my poems for being so clumsy....”
– Han Shan (translated by Burton Watson)