Poems

Sitting middled & arounded,  in the extreme center  of swirl and flow,  I fight hard  through dense mildness of thought,  for the edge, the boundary, the border,  the place where beyond resides.  I want to live close to distance.  I want to be where B e i n g is...

Coyotes roam for rabbits. Deer graze beyond the grave protecting fence. A venomed snake, slithered between bars, warms upon the marker of the self-sufficient dead. The snake with a shake of its percussive tail, kindly warns of its lethal grin when a widow comes with...

Our yard has gone unmowed for four weeks and rain has been heavy. It is thick with rough grass      dandelions tall buttercups low weeds      green all shades uneven. I like it like this. It reminds me of a mountain meadow I knew once.  

There are semi-automatics, made in factories, sold in stores, there are hollow pointed bullets that are only made for wars. There are businessmen in shirtsleeves, selling guns to make a buck, while in the darkening city an ex-convict’s out of luck.   There’s a...

Flagstone patio, border- flowers & grasses,  roses & lilacs,                          birdbath & bougainvillea. Of ten thousand pleasant choices,  my frail-winged nemesis  chose my grass-stained  earth-caked shoe  jammed upon my sockless foot  to walk its...

I look up at Apollo’s moon with droll psychology. How can a moon that’s walked upon be free of lunacy? [written on the occasion of the Apollo 11 moon landing, July 20, 1969]