the spiteful haiku

June 18, 2014 § 2 Comments

it’s harder than it
seems, to write a haiku that’s
syntactically clear …and syllabically correct

nonstop

June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

like a train
running
without end
seemingly
churning
across states
careening
through
passing hours
searching
for wasteful
meaning
and seeing
life beyond
a horizon
running
north to south
and then
south to north

head in the sky

June 17, 2014 § 4 Comments

i often wonder
about stars in the sky
and i wonder
if you do the same

what a lovely thought
two heads in the air
floating away
from where they both came

search

June 17, 2014 § 5 Comments

we can’t fathom where
the ground meets the skies
or how we can see the whole world
in just one person’s eyes

or how far away heaven
rests from the earth
or how sometimes our minds
can’t determine our worth

it’s far easier to remain
to accept pinions of flight
but to discover our call
we must search for the light

The Effulgent Ballad

June 2, 2014 § Leave a comment

The night before
we parted ways,
I lay on my side
the world singing soft carols,
a luminous and constant hymn.
Or maybe it was just you.
A glowing beacon stands
tall and fir green,
growing out of the mahogany wood beneath.
It wouldn’t belong at another time or place,
like we don’t belong in this sweeping valley
engulfed in a veil of night.
But of course it’s here,
and so are we.
Your voice, still pressed to my damp ear,
comes in choppy blurs,
like over a short wave radio.
It breaks and breaks and breaks–
the lights are everywhere,
but especially in the memories of you, or us?
They come in scorching rays. Bright blissful rays
that hurt. We don’t belong,
but here we are.
My eyelids fall in a watery glaze
that convolutes the shining scene
and with each blink the light bends
and the fiery kaleidoscope of reds and golds
morphs. First a mournful face,
then a spinning carousel,
a pulsing, burning, beaming, starburst,
a lonely sailboat in an aqueous field.
The scent of luminosity; of pine.
The lights hanging and crossing make your voice
a dizzying spell.
It chants, radiating
words that fall and hurt
and break. The mournful face tries to smile
and wish the world goodnight.
“Listen,” you say.
But the light is all I hear.

from Sun Dance 2012

you

May 29, 2014 § 2 Comments

you asked the other night
why I smile so much,
why my eyes remain open
beneath gravity’s touch

and it’s really all because
of wispy clouds in the sky,
and how birds sing out
to their friends passing by

it’s because of my sister
who sings as much as the birds,
it’s the simplicity of letters
turning into words

it’s pressing keys and humming
to a tune unheard before,
it’s a letter from the past
and taking time to explore

it’s the magic that happens
when you’re up at four a.m.,
it’s the winding path we wander
in search of something grand

it’s pie and how the ocean tastes
all the things we’ll never know,
it’s oblivion, it’s wonder
and aimless footprints in the snow

and it has to be the stars
and how they’re never from view,
the way the sun always rises
or perhaps, it’s only you.

when the rain stops

May 26, 2014 § Leave a comment

neon green
and silent
sans a creek
of water
rushed
renewed
and ground
that gives way
to bare feet
and holds
puddles
from the past
walking
through it
feels like
discovering
something new
that no one
has laid
eyes on
before you

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