Everything is more these days thank god the sky is staying blue now perforated by baby jays learning how to jay the world a cacophony of birds a shadow in the underbrush apostrophated bark towhee nuthatch I don’t miss much and there are starlings gone to rob a nest everything is more these days the less is so much less
These are quiet shards calmly and cooly collected no more shock no reaction at all another drink poured by a steady hand mastery in a sense but no reward perfection is not lovable what a stupid thought that was
Day moon a day dream real as those far snow-capped mountains so real somewhere else not here pallid as the ghost of the grafted plum that came up just beyond the stump white-blossomed unlike its predecessor I didn’t know a tree could just spring up like that these are strange days this whole day moon a portent a portal it must mean something hanging there meaning something irresistible as a half -formed thought a blank […]
This the vent alarm that something else it got late early with a death overnight with so few windows here it’s hard to get oriented but the sun came up and someone else took that spot
Even though and still the trees are making new leaves don’t act as if you expect it you’ll ruin the surprise look even now they are waiting for the perfect moment avert your eyes don’t look until they shout their green shouts
Slow day into slow night the sun never really did settle on a weather pattern and in the garden under the hooped row half open for venting some cat’s paws have punctuated the soil this all a song of passage it comes from inside this very house percussive in its settling too percussive too insistent I went out to take a good look at the chimney and startled the flicker there it flickered away the […]
This a betrayal how quick the shift the same sun breaking through the same curtains one day I wake the next I can’t clouded by aches drowning in myself and certain I’ll never be warm again and the dog giving me that animal courtesy afforded to the good and sick avoidance a good call really when I said betrayal this wasn’t what I meant
A thin cloud drawn across the night sky a cloud not a jet trail not as precise above it the moon below it stars in some celestial equation so enamored am I with this idea of divination two of the stars are traveling in opposite directions jetliners both going and both leaving but I wasn’t looking for something so obvious so keen am I on division always wanting to know just how many times a […]
This night a cave correctly sized it blankets not engulfs there are tenors to a darkness some satiating some stark what I mean is there is ample room in this starless cradle and I sleep dead center given no other choice than expansion and dreaming dreams of manifest destiny a silly word with few exceptions allowable only in soft focus a coin for luck that sinks in still water even I will still permit myself this […]
I read your strange words exquisite humming-bird- like airy in their armor not grounded all restless sheen and oiled whisper and light metallic feathered fusible and false I know this is not love it is envy of your heart that loves and loves others so tangibly so tangibly have you written its racing–
OPTIONAL POETRY 