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  • Music-maker

    I can’t stop singing. Every name I’ve known, on a note, ringing. I smile, open my throat. Sounds, a glorious treaty between myself and my past. I catch the A# and pull it back, my first death and I make it last. How is it that my heart is my mouth? I know your breath…

  • Reunion

    Regress. Redress. These last lights guide us home Without resolve. And with blue Waving to us from the neon Night we regard each other as Strangers.   Fictive. Addictive. We move time away like layers Of dust. Thick with apprehension, Lacking revelation, I Wipe my mind’s eye of our last Question.   Fortune. Ruin. In…

  • Shadow passing

    I stayed up To watch the sun Rise in your eyes. It was every Expression Imagined. You became warm And enriched, Burning even. Your palms glowed, Ripe with lengthy Summer light. I took your hand In mine and was radiant.

  • Untitled

    Wood wraps it’s way Through the ground. I Have read without Fungi, trees don’t thrive. The muck makes it Possible to live A canopy dream. Air Shifting your body To the rhythm of each Passing cloud. If I wrap my knuckles Along its trunk, I can Feel its skin, the rough Whorl of time. The…

  • If Not for Water

    Keen, I am not. I’ve seen the white tipped Ocean waves beyond The shore. If I hold My fingers in a frame I can become close enough To taste salt and feel The water in my ears.   Remembrance places Me above the wave, holding Still while the current changes Its mind and pushes me…

  • Open heart

    Seeing you is a riot To my eyes. In it Is roiling memory And that sense (you may be   Feeling it, too) of each Rib cracking itself to Introduce my heart to The midday sun as it seeks   To brace itself against Recalling your closed Eyes, your hair pushed Behind your ear, whilst…

  • Golden flood

    The wheat waits for us Brushes and waves Licking the moonlight It’s seed ready for an Odyssey. The grass has laid a graph Of shadows on top of you. And what do you wait for? There is never a right time To become what we wish we weren’t. Failing silence, I speak to say Tomorrow’s…

  • Interim

    I can see my fingers glowing With that particularly human Tone, when each tiny wrinkle and pore Captures the midday sun like the Undulating current of an Ohio Valley Wheatfield. Gold beneath blue Beneath yellow beneath red Beneath silver. A Renaissance Puzzle to be solved only Through that perfect mix of Oil, turpentine, and crushed…

  • True promise

    Lessen the lively way You say, forever. Forever Is not what you think it is.   Burnished steel with oil And old cotton shirts. Buttons On fire when the world ends.   Is it a guidepost or clock, An imperceptible second or The sun’s arc across the sky.   More so fatal reasoning And an…

  • Threaded Through the Air

    On my way home I saw a song or rather I felt a song and saw the man singing it. He was on a street corner bus stop, waiting, mouth open, leaning back for diaphragm’s sake. The sound traveled through my closed window and I turned to look and thought, yes, I feel that way,…