•February 22, 2013 • Comments Off on Where I’m From
I am from the pelvic saddle, the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
landlocked. From the ceremony of silly walks and shoes
that pinch. The Reagan years and Loose Gravel signs.
When I wander I carry an ocular device to tune up
the horizon with Gambel Oak and Cricket Mice. It’s
Exit 13 that I want with the Wagon Wheel Diner.
You’ll join me I suppose with your origami mapping
of clouds the equivalent of Georgia and bone
and the oracular tosses of tiles and of stone.
We’ll see where we land. Solemn as goats.
In our grey woolen coats and fingerless gloves.
A coupling of digits. Turn the key and let’s rove.
•November 12, 2012 • Comments Off on When thinking of moss
We arrive, I depart, moss departs. Together / we arrive again, again.
I throw back my head, throw down this shovel, / singing out of a wild mouth.
The next generation of moss, a hymn of bronze / and ice; Otzi the ice man singing on the roof of the world.
•November 11, 2012 • Comments Off on
like throwing yourself into leaves
the pile-up of the death of the trees
•April 24, 2012 • Comments Off on
•January 30, 2012 • Comments Off on Ahab
the beast was very very loud
I don’t think you understand
it’s potency, the way
he stood there swaying;
you could almost feel the sea
beneath his feet,
the whale mouth breathing
•January 30, 2012 • Comments Off on Neptune5
Come visit me and my broader writing community in Seattle, the Neptune5 Writers Group, comprised of Marjorie Manwaring, Arlene Kim, Nicole Hardy, Hannah Notess, and myself at Neptune5.tumblr.com
•January 30, 2012 • Comments Off on
Had a lovely conversation with Christy Tennant Krispin this morning. The podcast will be up on internationalartsmovement.org/iam-conversations on Thursday. Couldn’t have enjoyed myself more. Christy has a knack for making one feel both relaxed and invigorated. I could have kept talking for hours. Anyone who knows me well may want to sit down at this point to recover from the shock.