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[The sound of breathing calms me:]
The sound of breathing calms me: Years of meditation practice come down to a chant, In, out. When thoughts interrupt each other on their...
Jan 14, 20243 min read
Survivor
When the pandemic breaks apart, it leaves cracks in us all, Jagged edges of rusty voices escaping isolation with us all. As walls became...
Jan 7, 20242 min read
Nocturne, A Sonzal
Nouns go into hiding. I wake in the middle of the night And cannot remember the name of this year, this night. Defying gravity, nouns...
Dec 28, 20233 min read
Alluvial Changes
The delta stills in this shallow curve, silt brown water under a blue sky, no reflection of sky like the ocean, no reflection of pines...
Dec 25, 20232 min read
Eclipse
No rarity, lunar eclipses, but often clouds cloak them or the earth’s spin conceals them, yet this moon shines clear and full over East...
Dec 20, 20232 min read
Forget Self Defense
Zhong Kui, the Demon Queller Hokusai Banner, color with ink on cotton That’s my next tattoo hanging on the wall— little red-ink man...
Dec 15, 20233 min read
Patient Zero
October 8, 2014 A blood moon gave way to autumn sunlight on the morning Thomas Eric Duncan ceased to breathe. How often will I have to...
Dec 6, 20233 min read
One Sibyl Among Many
The tangled path I would soon follow could never be forgotten. Each stumble over roots hidden by fallen leaves left a wound, slowly...
Nov 29, 20232 min read
Tet
claim the light that blushes rose at dawn and azure at night those times between longing and rest cross roads worn feet waiting ...
Nov 28, 20232 min read
Playing in the Field of Robert Duncan
"The light foot hears you and the brightness begins” -- Pindar Correspondence: Helen Adam and Jess Baker: Civility Beyond His Ken His...
Nov 22, 20236 min read
Return to Water
We lie in tubs up to our necks in the silk of delta silt, with a hint of grit, salts intended to cleanse the skin. Only our heads rise...
Nov 16, 20232 min read
Speechless In Heaven, 1975
Give me jazz guitar, Bonfá, fusion, fusing series of notes; gentle rain strokes memories of sunlight on pool water, water warmer that the...
Nov 13, 20232 min read
Splintering Light
I kept to the bell tower of Portmeirion, which rose from the top of stone cliffs. He rode across the Dwyryd Estuary, his horse’s hooves...
Nov 9, 20232 min read
Too long for a journal? Too short for a chapbook? From time to time I will offer something more substantial than a tasty morsel. For example, I want Playing in the Field of Robert Duncan to be read as one poem.
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