Posted on January 5, 2019
fortune in a bowl of ashes
Triplets I went to Satan’s house. His mailbox was painted black A fleet of bonecrushers was parked in his driveway. The thorns on his rosebushes were longer than shivs. And sixty-six roosters scratched in his front yard, their… Read More
Posted on November 27, 2018
Midnight Poem
The moon and the Pleiades have set, it is midnight, and the time is passing, but I sleep alone. -Sappho
Posted on November 14, 2018
her Simplicity
“Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to… Read More
Posted on March 6, 2018
Pisces Season
Song of the Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were… Read More
Posted on February 6, 2018
Growing downward
Growing downward Be broken to be whole. Twist to be straight. Be empty to be full. Wear out to be renewed. Have little and gain much. Have much and get confused. So wise souls hold to the one,… Read More
Posted on January 9, 2018
Sphere of the Moon
In the lobby of a luxury lunar hotel we were serenaded and questioned by the metal men of past futures ready to embrace the city of dreams, the great horizon
Posted on January 1, 2018
Hey 2018
Happy New Year! One of my annual traditions is making my New Year’s collage. This year I made two, this one and the one I posted yesterday. <3
Posted on November 20, 2017
like the sun
My heart is like the sun, drowned in darkness, soaked with rain, beaten by the winds -Yosano Akiko (1878-1942)
Posted on November 12, 2017
it was my life
Cicada shell: little did I know it was my life. -deathbed poem of Shuho (died in 1767), from Japanese Death Poems (1986)