When you are outside, listen to the birds. What are they chattering about? Have they found a morsel of food? Are they showing off for a mate? Are they chirping about you? They aren’t singing for you, that’s for certain. You can trick one into a cage and it will still sing, but he is [...]
Sleepy afternoon eyes Legs still from moving Thinking slow like light diffusion Alone in the breeze And wanting nothing else.
The truck with all the trees Rolls slowly down the street. The gypsy calls To sell! The trees! But no one comes to buy And the truck just rolls on by.
There is a place that I know, where I like sometimes to go, on a hill near the sea where the warm winds blow.
There are raised beds of vegetables, carrots and peas, little tomatoes and silky-leaved greens, fine herbs and spices and colorful beans.
It’s dappled in sunlight and rustling leaves, fragrant from flowers and fruit-bearing trees. There are apples and olives, almonds and [...]
I awake to the muffled sound of snow One thin frame betwixt warm and chill, The smell of soft blankets beckoning dreams As animate static holds the world still.
Lips apart Flashing teeth Another world Sugared thoughts
Small regrets Penny wishes Playing light Languid shade
Another world Playing light Collecting thoughts An empty box
Hanging sheets Hanging stars Wind-chime leaves Lips apart
Let your self fade away and the light inside joins the sun and shines out like a beacon;
Innocence is gained, not lost. Cry. The waters of blood are moving;
The dirty become more clean and become transparent in the washing and the blood moves into the forest.
When religion and science meet, the world gets turned inside out and I want to move to New Zealand where I am a child and God is an electron.
He looked at us Almost taunting Took his head back And laughed. It roared through the hills And canyons Changing the water into ice. We fled Our hearts full of fear
For ourselves.
He chased us Through the villages We were pins And he simply crushed the haystacks.
The colors in the sky Were green Horrible At some point one of us
(I’m not sure which one)
Stopped running. He looked at him And took his head [...]
Rain bullets Shooting down to stone Tearing the blossoms Ripping off the petals. They fall, Weighted, No longer dancing to spring.
