Thursday, June 20, 2019

THE OPEN STONE 


A sere
lonesomeness.

The wind.
The smell

of dry grass.
The taste

of dust on
the tongue.

All you know
recedes. There's

nothing
left here but

a stone
like a loaf

of bread,
like a vow

you will keep.



Tuesday, June 18, 2019

CORRECTING ROBERT BLY 


It is not
dust, Robert,

if it is
wet. Believe

me, I have
seen the rain.



Monday, June 10, 2019

ALL THE STONES 


All the stones
God left us

for heaving
and hauling

and holding,
to make me

who I am.



Sunday, June 09, 2019

AN EVENING 


Blood where
blood should be,

the firmness
of the night

pushed against.
Yet we can't

keep it, this
moment of

longing, for
what sings

sings now
to darkness.



Saturday, June 08, 2019

THE TURNING 


Not light
nor darkness --

the turning,
the evening

of day
and night,

that delight.



Friday, June 07, 2019

CROW EATS 


Crow eats the sun
again and 
darkness comes.



Thursday, June 06, 2019

THE CHOICE 


The choice
is easy --

accept
the darkness

or find
the stars

which point
towards home.



This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?