It isn’t you, like Jeanne D’Arc on the pyre but this space between us that opens and closes, a foamed surf that brings and takes away …
Writing
Night class
Vastness can be a thing, palpable, touchable, an object that can be grasped in the hand, a fragile parchment, where if unrolled would reveal secrets. In cupped fingers as an injured wren, with a heart beating in persistence out of proportion to it’s dimension. Vastness can be an icy …
Souvenir of Florida
Inhabiting groves of grapefruits, lime, mango, lemon, …
What graceful primates
What graceful primates swinging through branches uninvited, Sun-risen on frosted eyes uncovered, a thousand luminescent-rayed sapphires scattered into timbers above, into near-innocent epithets of errant farm boys scribbled. …
Spoon
Hellbent man shaped, by scraping And pounding, an amalgam of silver and lead. The bowl of the spoon shaped enough To hold a measured quantity of jam or Flax or chia seeds. Unburied from the hopes of what might Have been a wedding gift, a passing Fancy, a dowry, The edges delicately …
Of Bosses and Essentials
Note; this post was originally published on BeALeader. The word “boss” causes me to flinch. Perhaps it’s in memory of the movie Cool Hand Luke where the cruel prison guards were all called “Boss.” When one of my teammates introduces me thus, I inevitably try to readjust with …
Dreams of Dreams
We sapients do something called cultural ratcheting. It’s when we learn something from others, and build on it. Apparently, not even our closest primate cousins do this. Yes, they can use sticks as tools to draw ants from their mounds, or use rocks to break open some hard-shelled food, but they …
Hells Kitchen
We whisper along the rails, from Rhinecliff to Pennsylvania Station. Small ponds caught along the wayside are nearly frozen over, rushes still a source of gold. The stops are all poems in name: Croton, whose hills Pythagoras roamed, but here conceal a landfill. Poughkeepsie, stone cuts …
Big Doubt, Little Doubt
This post originally appeared at Successful-Blog, December 25, 2012 Beginnings are typically joyous, euphoric occasions. Whether it's a software project, a barn-raising, a romance, or a painting, the earliest stages are exciting, not yet informed by the difficulties that lie ahead. The …
Old Houses
In each new home, I stood for some time in the basement, tracing the copper pipes, the old cast iron waste, the wires electric, even the old ceramic spindles. I followed each joist to its seat, and sought out the origin of dust, perhaps from powder post beetles or termites. I sought out hollow …