delivered from that woman
unto another & unto another
delivered and delivered again
this forever birth seems new again
seems to take forever, seems
I’ve been crawling in this canal before
many births ago
I swore I was finished
but here I am again
being born again
delivered from that woman
unto another & unto another
delivered and delivered again
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 2:46 AM UTC
What lies under
Has no human word.
What can be said
Has been said
And often enough.
Sitting at Pond’s edge,
Barking with dog,
Learning to be quiet.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 2:23 AM UTC
fickle day
leaf-chaser squalls
end-of-summer molt
‘white bellies’
the dry gale has begun
pick and claw
limited feeding & foraging
beam winds, warps
and tides
the dry gale has begun
swimming legs
swimming legs
where is bottom?
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
I used to tell
My students
“the best way to call in sick”
is to mention the word
Diarrhea
“no one
will ask you,” I told them
“what color, what size,
what pain”
it’s not like a headache
I need to call
In today
But how can I tell them
it’s for a poem.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
In the seventh month fire dances.
Flame bakes the sky.
Second month is for winter clothes.
Each month brings something.
The months revolve like wheels,
Turning through cold days and hot.
Who knows what direction?
Consult the stalks.
Elemental words, auspicious springs.
We are spinning,
Spinning with this world.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
Old poisons bake from the soil;
Pluto, underworld god, pitches
Plutonium, god of dirt and death.
What was it ****** cried --
Judische Physik? His lucky hate
Kept Dybuk in the dust,
The devil inside uranium.
But, ****** left us behind:
his U-Project,
The creatures who salted Carthage.
Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC