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Friday, December 20, 2013



Today is winter's death,
again breathless
in the nadir of night.
Blue raku sky rising,
renew bursting gold,
and warm the bitter cold.



Friday, November 22, 2013


Orange Caught My Eye

Each morning.
6:39 a.m.
Balmy and dim.
A man
driving a white pickup truck, with a knock or two on the side
fender, quietly curves into his neighbor’s driveway. First a
gray pointed beard, worn blue jeans, and a gentle hand
retrieves the plastic covered daily news hewn on dewy lawn.
He tenderly delivers kindness to the front door of someone,
(Who still reads black words printed on newspaper)
and moves along.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013



Exhibited on the console TV
(vulnerable 3, 6, and 10)
An erect green vase shows
Dozens of Freedom red roses--
Penance of darkness
Dull attar at the wood alter  
Feral stems strike
Fist size buds--
Polaroid picture blossom in my head
a timeline to forgiveness.

In a recycled plastic water bottle
cut from a garden bush, she
places a single red cross rose bud
purposefully on a solitary night stand--
Ethereal perfume
Whimsical stem
Hair shirt thorns
Resurrection of an eternal sign--
A rose is a rose without mercy
nailed within my altered home.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013


A Story of More Woo

Precisely where did I find you?
Pious heart,  
star crossed countries, The Capulet Ball,
awake, asleep, or alone.
I am trying to find where you live,
in me, as I am still breathing and
remembering the lifetimes, our history,
the love stories, the feuds, and the solemn ends.

I have lived with you, and danced with you.
I feel the times I have died with you;
the times I have died for you.
The sweetness of your cry in my arms;
the tenderness of your touch on my skin.
O palm to palm, heat to distances cools
is where I walk with you
in daylight and in nights storms.  

I want to be cremated in these shoes,
you said to me, I laughed knowingly.
I found you
enmeshed in the old lines of a
Shakespearean story, in the tears
of pain's partner, in the laughter of
of your happiness, in the quiet of a letter.
I will die with you, you wearing those red shoes,
like Romeo's last breaths
are spoken to a living Juliet.

“Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
And lips, o you the doors of breath,
seal with a righteous kiss
a dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

Wednesday, September 25, 2013


Do you know how many times I have relived that story?

My cyclic bath was run scalding and left with its' private elements to
infuse with the air, the heat with the cool, a time of sacred poise.
How many times have I relieved this story? A story with you.
This life of mine. The steam curls. Sandalwood and lavender
tenderly anoint the inside of my nose, eager to oil my body.
A temporary slick skimming the porcelain tub, skin rejuvenating,
capturing another experience, brilliance in the cataclysmic.
The child inside became the birth, three lives continue life,
unfolding flower of earth, one night and ten thousand sunrises.
The death of love, loved ones, intimate love, safe homes,
and tended hurt as gardens grow, raised in the faith of love--
one birth, one middle and an end. Fire's destruction reconstructs.
Laughter caught inside the madness of time, life found inside
the space of a pipe organ. The warm reverberations of
a foot testing the waters in hopes it is time to get in. A heartbeat
lives consistently inside of a windchest, temperance of an era. 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013


Annunciate Faith

Faith is opposed to reason
said the ocean’s intuition.
The salt water will continue  
to come whether you have
faith in it or not. And my
faith guides a tender touch to
a heart crying concealed tears,
a heart that cannot be a witness
only felt and heard.
I take my reasons to faith,
her somber pupil-less eyes,
her white angelic tilt,
engraved stone caught in time,
and have trust in
something invisible
by my two focused eyes.
Faith is opposed to
reason, never the raison d'ĂȘtre
of wings unseen.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013


She Peers into the Illuminate  

Heartbreaking and freeing,
hidden and in view,
the night transcends
a beating caged bird.
Her certainty bleeds over
a metal pedestal,
a waterfall of hope
revealing the strength of sinew
buried deep inside of her
citadel heart.
Bronzed braids guard like snakes,
a teeter of fear as
her elevator drops,
red fills the blush of
the past road-map,
and the future lands love
through the doorway
of her fluid nakedness.
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