to see

another sparrow

by grey kerbstone

lay down

his wings

and sleep.… Read the rest

we have a madness here
crab isolation
fearful sideways running,
no shell over
twilight bodies
as separation becomes
the darling rest
of gutter bedded men,
as in evening atonement
the rain lover
cradles his head
turns his back
on the hard light
and wondering why
(as we do)
presses the … Read the rest

bless the tiny minstrels

and their magic eyes

that sing me dearly

as they go

processional flames

born of the Sabbath real

laughing sweet

this salutation running

gathers those who cry

to the blazing hill

there to stand

softly burning

as the holly tree

fire-fly.… Read the rest

the places of touching
are the parts of us that bend forever
toward the light of knowing
what we are to each other
and always will be in all ways
being and touching even when apart
for you never were alone love
even when the oneness and the tiredness
of … Read the rest

down the candle spread
of shivered time
past plush Sunday praise
the peeling chariot blond
tracks the foundling shawl
and the adder sleeps on

along the furrow point
of sanded sky
men of thistled hair dancing
on the prongs of night
drank the brooms deadly wine
and the adder sleeps … Read the rest

not even for you cousin
can I leave these streets
that I know
this hopeful hopeless
line of standing frames
latch row of sepia faces
scoring my family years
two up, two down
two more or less to go
from these streets
that I know
they will not be left… Read the rest

unborn me
unborn river
dark ribbon cold
ribbon wood tree
lean over to me
unborn living
unborn waiting
you speak
the heron strikes
the river shudders
the caul is pierced
quickened to fragments
of rippling sun
waking me
daystream girl
birth love
birth rite
morning white
morning light
lifted day… Read the rest

a crescendo
of cymbaling light
announcing the day
of the journeyman
riding high
across the arena
stepped in opal
clouds following
the cloak of straw
see flames of glass
above the land
that holds

the silver tree

glittering mills
of ardent steel
surrounding the jester
crouching witless
beside the fallow … Read the rest

all these things that we are

clouded rhyme

gentle crown

singing coil

hand rapt night

of the midnight sphinx

visiting children

with their hair

for holding and parting

from being to becoming

all these things that we are.… Read the rest

This good morning

ghost

on the bright wing tip

of wonder

gliding the surf

into sprays

of deafening silence… Read the rest