Thursday, January 17, 2019
RANDOM JANUARY - (6)
from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: All the Way
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)
from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: What You Need
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)
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
Friday, January 11, 2019
RANDOM JANUARY - (2)
THE SKY DOES NOT
I have a recent poem up at Independent Variable. Take a look:
https://independentvariable.co.uk/the-sky-does-not/
https://independentvariable.co.uk/the-sky-does-not/
RANDOM JANUARY - (1)
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
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
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.
