Sunday, February 23, 2014

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Through Her

I could see through her,

not lightly,

into a dimension

of beckoning trees

and slanted moons,

where blues and stars

were full to taste.

Gears & Pulleys

Open him up

gears & pulleys

bolts & screws

metal & flesh

   substituted parts

      to walk on his own


forward & home

Sunday, February 16, 2014


she swings

kicks her legs back
in reverse

once more
she dives
then up

arcs into a cloud

empty seat returns
spins wild
chains clatter

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Let It Go

   I walk over the sound of hate,
lives small in the weed thistle,
crunching in the melting snow,
along with bones breaking
in the dry forest tree,
sap crystallized
under the
   Won't the ivy climb 
hand placed above the other,
over and over?
   I can't look up anymore
without losing my place,
hearing the moans
below me.