zinc words & images

  • April 18

    The sound comes to me mimicking my mind the single celled spider calls to me wondering where i am i used to be on the mountain top looking down on you from up high in the blue it wasn’t until the night that i saw it wasn’t true you gave me a necklace that meant…

  • April 17

    I read this book from page to page. Fingertip to fingertip we measured ourselves against outpaced time and crushing spirit. The young wild one, awake with Andromeda, talking of dancing and what would be a boy and what would be a girl. The black eyeliner and rockabilly swinger Cuddled together under comfort reminders Ambient being,…

  • April 16

    Tunnels to brackets, stretched and stained, you took your time with wax and the ground particles that made Nero’s bed sheets blaze with the purple of a million emperors. Consumed with thoughts and threads of saffron, dacron, and human stories, you were inside the navel awaiting helios in ascension and the rendering of new firelight.…

  • April 10

    The stars were sleeping silently near. And down the hall feeling eternity the disintegration of the soul the dissipation of constitution falling away easily and without remorse. All the day and all the sun aged and old below the bubble that started it all. Side by side lighting the way to the clearing and the…

  • April 9

    Today my son recognized difference. My breath stopped and I saw years stretched out before me, Years filled with rights, wrongs, shades of gray. The future is not available and tells me nothing about who he will be. All I can do is struggle with the idea that he could be terrible or terribly kind…

  • April 8

    There is a certain smell of coffee With national geographic magazines In the big hall. Learning about other worlds And peering at the sameness in front of me And the variety that covers everything.

  • April 7

    Perhaps existing as lone and broken binary code, Compressed and fragmented in some hard drive, in a box, in a closet. There was once so much to know on one single byte. Now an impermeable universe rests and breaks A part, like the contents of Ozti’s stomach or his mother’s history stored in a jawbone.…

  • April 6

    If you knew you would say The earth turned Trees grew Past you is forest I felt gone But I remember holding your hand At dusk Then at dawn With light and music You said hello But never goodbye Consciousness of the present disappeared long ago In any case you needed something without a name…

  • April 4

    Our roots dip Under the olive tree Where mother and father Gathered. It was there: time And looking back. It is foreign and reminds me Of nothing I’ve seen before In books and movies Or the abridged version of a life Well-told by a friend With experience. It seems even further, Before our eyes had…

  • April 2

    White flowers bloom Tiny fingers Sandy shoes Acorns are new All people are new Coming and going The passing dog is new Blue bandana personality Kisses Tiny kind Not noticed That don’t wake you Don’t interrupt your tv show Your make-believe pizza shop Your lego building Today was Spring