Poems

In the beginning, the old beginning. the first ship sailed. Then, a next beginning, a new ship, same captain and crew. A destination without rival unraveled. No arrival. Other ships have sailed. fresh starts followed by decay. Again, we begin the next beginning, new...

Sun scream, moon sob, caught between voices, earth echoes earth does not sing.

“Poems are never finished - just abandoned” Paul Valery Only write unfinished poems. To finish, a poem would need to be finite, complete in and of itself. Definitely defined. Poems are not finite, they are infinite, always done being done. The poet builds a spacious...

Don’t flicker or flit, land, linger     steady     on, come to rest in nearness. Soak, a sponge in the sea of the world. Like God early in the first week, ‘let,’           ‘allow’ Recognize what becomes significant, a sign of presence, an erotic moment with Being, the...

I am not discontinuous with the mountain, with the forest, with the sea. They are not out there. I am not in here. I have been taught a divisive language as if my eyes were windows look out -  [there] look at   -  [that] look in   -  [here] I make a mental effort to...

Sometimes an eyelash can irritate an eye even more than watching an atrocity.  

No two things are different in the same way. How far up must you look to begin seeing sky? On an airplane, just look out the window. Astronauts look down to see sky. How is it that a sandwich eaten in Rome tastes better than the same sandwich eaten at home. Carl Jung...

Little bothers, or progressing, the tremble, the quiver, the quake. The body's sentinel wanders. Wonders. Was it something? Or not. Not, I am thinking. Or is it hope I am doing, self-diagnosis based on desire, a medicinal wish.