Rain Dance (Ars Poetica)


Warrior of the inkwell moon
Taking (back) your life
Evaporating to nimbostratus chorus
The high crystalline tones of water dripping off wet strands of hair into pools of earth
amniotic deluge from the womb of swollen skies Read More

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Holy

The Medjugorje visionary saw Mary, Mother of God hovering above the couple’s marital bed years ago, on which we now all solemnly, humorlessly — the Catholic way — procession in and toss rose petals, strategically set as the climax of this strange retreat, hosted by the couple.
“And now, without further ado…”
Blessed be this holy site! Heal me from what ails me!

Miserere Domine!*

…In a nauseous wave I’m moved to clear the air and run out of the incensed house, myrrh potpourri and Advent boughs, perfected confectioneries and stained glass donation jars, into a southern December dusk where woods laugh but take my offering: Read More

Dear Pleiades

Photography by Alan Dyer


We began in bright, perihelial shades
Trampoline back tucks and glittery eyelids, adding to your shine
Remember that mall run with your preteen friends, blasting the radio in the car?
You discover sex, assault, their concomitance, body and blood, pleasure and pain-
ful silence, the prevalence of the sick union, Read More

The Why


Half-lotus in cold dark
Flute bursts from still black mountains
Like divine breath
Namo Ratna Travaya
Homage to the Three Jewels
My song, it comes from within
My song, of birth and death
My song, my center I sing so as to not lose my meaning
Carving its cadences
While floorboards and granite fall away
And the suicide bomber is loved beyond measure Read More

Source/El Origen

Manikhorlo – Tibetan water-spun prayer wheels

Here’s a freestyle poem I wrote in China seven years ago after spending a couple months living with a family in a Tibetan village. Then, while spending another couple months in Colombia a year later, I translated the poem into Spanish. I’m going to repost it today for Paul’s prompt at the Pub asking us about our libations of choice. Come join in! My choice of drink is that which comes directly from the skies.

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Word to the people of the world
It’s in the water, as a loving Father
Or a bodhisattva comes to us
From the skies, formed of his designs,
By gravity of grace, here to remind
Unblind, and hydrate all that has dried
Into a reality we face: Read More

Pindrop 


“There’s nothing to say about maritime sadness:
Immodest signals from unreachable islands,
Earthrise on the moon.”
– James Galvin, from ‘Something to Save Us’

Cull the living world, its krill
Roil its blues and greens and whites
With fingertip the needle eye
In vast stifled space from lunar foothold
Anchor drifts as murmuring plankton —
Somewhere you are at bottom of my mind Read More