Thursday, January 17, 2019

RANDOM JANUARY - (6) 


What of
these hands

which hold,
let go,

like my
father's.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: All the Way 


All the way
home I bring

the stillness
with me,

within me.



THE POET'S LONELINESS 


The loneliness, one
poet wanting
to address all
the others, English-

speaking and every
language, on every
living planet
of every far

star, where they have
been pushed into
wonder and find

themselves alone,
alone and looking
this way for solace.



Monday, January 14, 2019

RANDOM JANUARY - (5) 


The quiet
this evening,
as if

the monk's bowl
is singing.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: What You Need 


What you need,
the world has

along this river
or any other.

You must want it.



CUTTING POTATOES 


Cutting potatoes
and not potatoes,

cutting thumb and
thumbnail deep

enough the blood
won't stop. Flesh gasps --

the insult, sharp
steel and motion.



Sunday, January 13, 2019

RANDOM JANUARY - (4) 


The cream
of light

on snow.
Winter's

beauty.
Beauty

is not
much

comfort.



RANDOM JANUARY - (3) 


Finches
and sparrows

fluffed
against cold.

They feed
on the ground.

The wind.
The grey sky

offers
no solace.



EVENING COMES 


The light fails.
Evening comes,
the quiet
darkness which

harbors us.
The sound of
wind, the sound
of the train

pulling hard
through town. All
of us do

what we must.
And the heart
wants to stay.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Leaving the Keya Paha 


And now a crow
and not those coyotes

leading me home.
Another kind of loss.



Friday, January 11, 2019

RANDOM JANUARY - (2) 


Arms
at her side,

her naked
breasts

before her.
All

these years,
the love.



THE SKY DOES NOT 

I have a recent poem up at Independent Variable. Take a look:

https://independentvariable.co.uk/the-sky-does-not/

RANDOM JANUARY - (1) 


Sometimes
I say

heart
when I mean

heat.
That which

pumps
pumps hard.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: The Grass Is Frosted 


The grass is frosted,
tall, dead stalks.

The sun waits.
The hawk waits.

Tonight the stars
will do it again.



AS IF 


As if
God is electric
and touches you
and you are
surprised by
the sear of it.

As if
the silver of it
is fire released
in a rush and
you don't know what.

As if
a wire in wind
sings and sings,
then goes silent.



Thursday, January 10, 2019

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Leaves Are Falling 


Leaves are falling.
The silence

of the trees is
not sorrow.

They have seen it
all before.



THE POET 


He puts himself out
there where all is edge

and margin and
nothing is center.

As if loss and
emptiness are

enough to make
a life and life is

enough to make
it mean something.



Wednesday, January 09, 2019

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Leaving the Keya Paha 


Leaving,
yet not saying

good-bye, saying
until we meet next time.

The wind eating
the miles behind us.



JUDGMENT 


Her poems
are superior
to his:

they do more
than re-arrange
her wishes,

more than
annoy
the birches.



Tuesday, January 08, 2019

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Dawn, the Last Day 


So much
and not
so much,
the sun

taking
its time
to fill
the sky,

the sky
taking
its time
with me.



WANT WANTS 


Want wants
what want wants.

Urgent as mortal sin.

Slow in the offing perhaps,
frenzied at the end.

Blessed is the silence
of silence then.



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