Caution is the left hand of darkness, flashing, muted movie-house black where he slid naked fingers across vibrating leg hairs to touch the hot flesh inside my shorts. He who could not, would not, ride on my back at theRead more…
Enough dreadful nostalgia
Will the secrets of the body, the pleasure, the pain, move on like night ferries abandoned by modernity, like ghosts indistinguishable from the sea mist so that you can look back fondly and miss them? Isn’t there enough dreadful nostalgiaRead more…
We used to live in the shoals
We used to live in the shoals of time where the spread of life before us sparkled and spread out into an azure forever. We’re spread out, now, like oil on the well like the popping white sea foam LikeRead more…
I Blame Odysseus
Houses of the adoration of the night, give your keys into this one’s keeping. Open your libraries and salons within this being. There may need to be a room to house the great heart as it begins this journey ofRead more…
Dogs in the Elephant Village – Audio
Just wanted to post an audio version of my poem from Thailand, Dogs in the Elephant Village. My Dawgs in the elephant village (click pic to hear audio) MP3 Audio: Dogs in the Elephant Village
The age of doing
Sent this in a postcard to myself from Thailand. Thanks, Jami Sieber! 2012 is on us. The age of doing is over. Are you worshipping the past? Are you building fires toward illimitable being and wearing them out like aRead more…
a 10-foot golden fire
Immensity of Thai Buddha, coated in gold, crown of fire lit by spot, jeweled coat burning 2 men high. All I see is the platform, its velvet space in the shape of a meditating man, bordered in soft color, twoRead more…
Dogs in the Elephant Village
Every one of us, a dog in the elephant village. Eager to go, to be of use, to be part of the mysterious indigo and grey movements of the day. We scrabble with each other. We lie in the brightRead more…
This is about you
Give up what you’ve done. Change the sky. Throw things away! Give up the what’s gone before. This is about you. Stop being someone else. Love god, who is here all day, has not left, cannot take a bus toRead more…
What are you waiting for?
Too-close buzz, steel-shod electric clippers pulling off the hair. Bumblebees in their striped jackets, cousins of hummingbirds, not gliding but fired over nectar or beauty, fierce darts of the sky, spun from sugar, like my plans, inferred from the unseenRead more…