wave — crash - wave - worry —merry tides of tradition spurned by spikes, againcould be calm, could beworse — maybe — always betterwhen masked together sympathy settles‘round a hearth humbled by love families adapt
body
Luna
Our golden saucerchipped then smoothed, behind bare limbsshe glows radiant.Rising while we turnon the high arc of angels,she rides royal blue.Sweet freshwater pearl,brilliant from irritant ~you float through darkness.
beets and bleach
Beneath the skin we plunge into the abyss of oxygenated blisscoursing through veins inherited from the men andthe women who bled and begot their unknown.Beneath the soilwe find purple rootsripe with their lifeforce,boiled for royalty andpickled for peasants ~spoons and forks unite.Strike the stains of youth and historieshungered by force.Agitate the bygones of brothersand sisters … Continue reading beets and bleach
locomotion
The rail a spine, each vertebrae a station ~people as pulses of the system, nervous and sympathetic — the lifeblood of a country.Another leafless landscapeAnother rippling river, swollen purple and brown Another farm of factories: silver emits white becomes blueAnother train of cargo and chemicals carrying the weight of industry ~ resources to be reimagined … Continue reading locomotion
em are eye
magnetic resonance imagining mystery reveals itself resonance imagining mystery reveals itselfimagining mystery reveals itselfmystery reveals itself reveals itselfitself Keep in touch.
in the gray
In the gray we float above the trenches dug by factions of fiction.In the gray we meet,transmuting skull-bound matterinto bonds that matter more.In the graywe loveby lettinghearts seebeyond the face.
seams of seeming
A head and heart disconnected dismembers members ofseemingly distant worlds.Divided by streets or seas,houses or highways,parties or passions— separations of semblance maim with fear of loss. Semblance bears an underscore: for those divisions of secondhand seeming orpower-punctuated scheming ordeath-defined livingdare not dive belowtheir surfacebound reflections.Depth deliversdignity, rememberedand in recognition ofour connected consciousness.
coastward
Eyes alight before the dawn, from wheels to wings — again I’m gone. Across the country, delayed but undaunted, arriving optimistic and severely exhausted — I sink sweetly into sea glass and brawn.
women’s troubles
Rubbed wrong on city streets — damned to hobble on blistered heels. The bandage brigade soothes skin torn for Style’s sake.
tunneling
Ina place of passing Iwonder if my name gets lost on your tongue — or perhaps longbefore —between your heart andyour teeth.A curious space,that cavernous ego:— I wished for you andwandered awayfrom me.
Species of Value 