Every word I know has been used up – like metaphor. Each sadness that arises feels thin, past gone. There is no sweetness in the morning. There is no end to the sea or black rock running secret beneath itRead more…
Leaving
By the time the body goes the spirit is just memory rushing ahead like dogs unleashed in a new green world. The concrete body is faithful to the exigencies of slow-time, holding everything that was left behind making new life.Read more…
The Going is Coming
In 2002, I followed the call to leave Sacramento and open an Aikido school, ending up in beautiful Ojai. Another call has come. I’m not sure what exactly I’m going to do, but in early May, I’m going to beRead more…
Gravity
The sense of falling and wondering, arrogantly or with ingenue, if it had been made, fresh, in that moment, just for him, wondering if it would go on and on, like flight. But the sea from such a heightRead more…
The Naked God
Life is absurd. I’m serious. Why would the shaking, pulsing edge of being saddle itself with the pasty fat-man of meaning? Why would the shattering potential at the slicing edge between existing and not existing, why would the blue-skinned PeaceRead more…
Enough
Winter wears grass and soft leaves in the desert. Green enough to break your heart though that’s not the intent. The sky remembers wet and blue in unequal measure, close enough to touch, but improbable like a child’s painting. ForRead more…
Intellectual
I finally figured it out. I have an intellectual penis – hell, maybe we all do! If my brain is my biggest sexual organ It’s only fair that my cock joins in on calculus. I’m serious. As I think aboutRead more…
Linoleum
Lying on the kitchen floor, Under the table. Tears and linoleum Mark your long absence And the terrible wrench of an ambiguous goodbye. When I arrived, you hold shy flowers you pretended Not to give me. When I left county,Read more…
All Business
Pit fire and the smell of wine business was on the table, violet myrtle climbed the wall behind you with tiny fingers, as the corners of your mouth lost themselves into hope-stained curves. Our shoes, black and brown, tapped redRead more…
BrightHaven Intro
Here’s the totally unedited intro to my new book, Brighthaven. Savage away, please. P.S. Every fantasy book needs a creepy cat intro. “Kitty, here kitty, kitty,” the old woman’s voice crooned, searching the night with cataract eyes. Sitting like aRead more…