Tag: Books

The Wind Bends the Flower

It’s easy for her to get lost in stillness, before light sneaks between curtain and window, playing shapes on her bedroom walls. The softness of night can’t hold back day. She knows that. She hears the east wind pick up, as the sun spreads… Continue Reading “The Wind Bends the Flower”

Two Windows

Two Windows Wildwood Trail, Forest Park, Portland Oregon, January 2019    

How Does It Go?

It isn’t a question of whether words will come It’s a question of how you want words to go    

First Light In The Winter Garden

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Undercurrents

  How leaves lie around his house…placed, as if in a certain order. How the sky is colorless above his roof, matching the freeways.   The only chance for him to see color and chaos is the sea But the ocean is forbidden inland,… Continue Reading “Undercurrents”

Thinglewart

So true, so true Thinglewart is blue And who knew, who knew, what to do? For Thinglewart is a preposterous pest Indeed he wears a stiff, starched vest No stretchy, stretch for Thinglewart ever Just keeps on shoveling shit ‘til never ‘Til the sky… Continue Reading “Thinglewart”

By The Book

I came from chaotic matter, unformed, unnamed, a forest of thought, discord, a region of unlikeness. But now I am formed, symmetrical, a language, a song, a poem, matter between skin, meanings I would like to think of as endowed with light. I did… Continue Reading “By The Book”

I Used To Swim The River

I remember swimming against your current, only to find myself stuck, muscles not strong enough to make progress. I learned to swim with you. I remember heading for your deepest channels, where the big ships travel, catching large wakes. Your cautions were always whispers.… Continue Reading “I Used To Swim The River”

Known

  Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident  

Kiss (Portrait 11)

The streets at night shimmer under the emerging, movement of streetlights. It’s the tree limbs that cause their action. Above them, wires stretch into an evolution of light and dark. Of course, that’s where we kiss. Where else? And it’s a damn good smooch.… Continue Reading “Kiss (Portrait 11)”

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