want for it wild,the wind in your brow,to send you ‘cross the wavesof your long-past stars.i think i’ll not take thatkiss now, but rather runback through the fieldsof my youth,to send on its waythis masked present,this place in adank corner.i seem to recall thatholding hands for thefirst time was the bestinnocent arousal;that sensing somethingin the smile, seeing somethingin the web of the fingers, wasthe finest mark of new destiny.now is the time,...
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Saturday, October 31, 2020
what if we were constellations instead?
the fluid bearing of aleisurely moonlands a pulsing kiss when the atmosphere allows it, wants it.what are your coordinateswhen the currentsings through and thetight ranks of an arduouslife are loosened by the lips?for this moment, indulge in being alone, finding infinite purity in gazingat the phosphorous trails left by lingeringstars.confront the restless...
Thursday, August 20, 2020
i return to my dead
i return to my dead, disagreeable.no cloud is the sameas it was, even thoughi wish they would be.or at least the best ones,the flame-broiled onesat dusk that holdthe gold gristle of the sun 'roundthe edges and cottony downin the belly, surrounded by agoing-to-die, waning-waning skyof some industrial-strength hue.it's all loose, liquid measures tothese eyes, my beloved...
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
love-springing
at the lightest endof that streetmy childhoodwas barefoot runningsalong the hallowed halls of pavements andpebbles.we had charmingintervals withmasculine sunsand mothermoons, alongfields of cricketsand hiddenmost ponds.say this to me now:my spacious life oflong leanings againstfragrant barks and layings-down upon mystery leavesand the wet spots leftbehind by odd...
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
the whole of everything at once
what is he to be?
what is he now to be, here?
but not here with me?
maybe kingmaker,
reasonable whisperer
in the ears of fate?
maybe dragonfly,
the majestic surveyor
of all the ripe greens?
maybe a shepherd,
the stoic walking figure
among flocks of time?
a fragrant river,
the carrier of colors
cast by Mother sun?
some everlasting -
some ever-gold ray of good,
flung...
Sunday, May 24, 2020
hope from something strung
hope from something strung
- thin lines laid between thin dreams
in a rectangle -
something not solid
but rather soft, forgiving,
for supple exits
and strong entrances
(my eyes only go so high)
to box in the green
but not to exclude,
because it all needs to breathe
if this is to work.
the line's middle sags,
frown-like from a good distance,
but up close, things...
Friday, May 8, 2020
a place kept
i'd been scolded by an
ancient-faced teacher:
how was it i was always
running around the playground
untied, i was apt to
trip and get hurt, didn't your
mother teach you?
so i went home terrified
'how was your day?' she asked
'it was good.'
vincent - was a year older
and had a dark scowl and
who hand-picked me as
his target, sitting next to me
on the long bus ride, shouldering
me into the window and whispering,
'i will punch you'
so i went home...
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
we can wing
we can wing,
you can bring your lover,
to hop across delicate
stones toward those restful
trees.
thoughtful walks
and quiet wantings
have the branches singing
and leaving us upon this
collapsing star.
you were soft when
i met you, darkness
thus removed and
the white dishonesty of it
all churned to foam.
what is the size of
air, or the length of loss
when you get right...
Sunday, March 22, 2020
i am now, that i wasn't before
i am now, that i wasn't before,
in some minds,
unbinded to them,
peculiar in our new distances.
there was the chain,
fastened in black ways,
durable in the mystic,
proud as Man.
i learned my lesson,
don't think i didn't,
and now reap the
harvest of hubris.
i was perhaps unelegant,
perhaps working too
hard, perhaps full of one way
when their way went opposite.
it was...
Friday, February 28, 2020
leaping
leap from new cold life,
to land among new home trees,
and praise what's within.
bound and bound away
from the dead wood that wounds you;
that branch had passed on.
i've been getting high
on all the wrong oxygen,
my head hurts, i'm spent.
i thought that was you,
standing at the edge of fine,
within my green bounds,
come to prune the hurt,
come to...
Sunday, February 23, 2020
i aim at love
i aim at love, like
the lot of you, which
is glimpsed side-to,
caught in those strange
impulses of light-in-time,
that pierce the eyes in
some moments and bathe
the feet in others. it is not
fully found but fondly,
fiercely pursued.
i don't mean love,
i mean Love: that
silent place that sits
beyond the threshold of
time and nature that
ends at the beginning of things
and begins at the end;
that high and low place at
once, that river within
us that...
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
the walk
nothing so simple as a walkamong these souls, towered and adorned withthe shawls of life, letting what little sunbask them and youin some emergence of truth. their edges muted nowby different masksas they reach up butlook downward uponyou through suchsilly gauze, but that's the way of things. there is solemnity inthe quiet way in whichthings...
Sunday, February 16, 2020
supper is ready
it only takes a second, maybe after asking them toget ready for supper, which they'd rather not do, and they spike a radio to theground and toss their cdsacross the roomand kick the table in frontof them and call you an assholeand tell you to throw theirradio away for good this timeand begin to pound their fistsagainst their head and yousee in their...
Tuesday, February 4, 2020
faith outside the faults
i'm not a friend of his language,
although his mother and i
fought for control of the
tongue of it when he first
came to us;
he knew a few words,
and he looped the lips
to craft something of a
conversation with us and
members of his new family and
we learned to be interpreters.
he stole people's
keys, poaching them
the way a boy fists
pebbles...
Thursday, January 16, 2020
spun
i took my daughter when
she was two years old
to the old newspaper
in damariscotta where
i worked
when it was just her,
and i was twenty five
and wore a mustache
and was a terrible journalist.
she was make-believe
back then, a minor character
in a story i worked on
in my head.
i didn't know anything,
more so than today, but
not by much, and she
had beautifully pudgy...
Friday, January 10, 2020
wolf moon
my greedy boy,
my lupus irascatur,
how you howled at us all.
and the wolf moon rose in
the wintry sky not
too long ago and reigned.
we all stood beneath
you, did we not, and
listened to your yawp,
your bellicose bray,
when your teeth
hurt you and you wept.
Neil Peart died recently,
my brother, so to hell
with it all, frankly.
did i tell you i walk
every day and...
Sunday, December 29, 2019
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
primul fiu, luna mea
the best thing, really,
is to live in someone else's
hours,
which is often quite easy
for this man to do when
it comes to his children.
i tinker with their
clocks a bit,
play in their minutes
like some threshing
child too bored to
remain inside.
it snowed today here,
son, and the schools
canceled their classes
and i lay inside of
a kind of warm imposture,
thinking...
Saturday, November 30, 2019
how to make basic homemade love
in a large bowl, dissolve yeast and
1/2 teaspoon sugar in warm water; let
stand until bubbles form on surface.
infinite dreams begin in a
transparent solitude of diffused
light and agile essence, so
begin with your eyes closed
and pray to aphrodite in her
suckling sweet-wander.
whisk together remaining 3
tablespoons sugar, salt, and 3 cups flour.
stir oil into yeast...
