le gran tourissimo begins
on this English train of thought
gazing off owlishly through
these greater spotted windows
at the leaving trees
fastly disappearing
down this last darkly
grounded woodland avenue
of disbelief eloquently monologued
by this autumnalled landscape
of grey bowing the Italian knave
to a sepulchuraled church
inspired … Read the rest

looking back in sunlight over our shoulders
at the blowing wave dappled sea
through our light enamored eyes,
with the sister of mercy still passing by
flying her habit against the restless
and holy pentecoastal sky,
she smiling inwardly and outwardly
as we both heard the crippled lady
in the … Read the rest

looking back in sunlight over our shoulders
at the blowing wave dappled sea
through our light enamoured eyes
with the sister of mercy still passing by
flying her habit against the restless, holy
and pentecoastal wind, she smiling
inwardly and outwardly, as we both heard
the crippled lady in the … Read the rest

in the diminishing countryside north of London
flaming in a field of snow, one foreleg raised
the fox, held still by the pounding Brit Rail train
pouring into the late December afternoon like a
charneled sluice gate, producing this one astounding
bell like view of the fox in the snow … Read the rest

The mirror of the day falling into the night,
the warm rock of ages now cooling
rapidly into a pocket of soft air above
a pool of water, sheltered in a cleft, for me
there has always been a snake in Eden
forked lightning, cleft tongue ,and rapt
in swaddling … Read the rest

this train of lost souls pinched grudgingly
from the salt of the earth,
rolling through the wheat fields
and stations of this cross country trip,
but be sure to cross your heart first
and hope to, she said,

this jaguar woman, so full of night,
full of flight, leaning to … Read the rest

the evening is hers,
so she dreams
of sitting in her alcove of light,
easy breathing
floating the world,
she moves in the tides
of her purpose,
rolling gently from side
to side her nakedness
burnishes the wood,
her eyes are drawn steel.

She dreams of dancing
her light in … Read the rest

blood and oil sparingly
spread onto a canvas
of dead leaves,
adding yet more stillness
to a stunning act of non-violence,
now sent skating, spinning,
across this highly polished
hardwood floor
all the way to the feet
of her slow motioned sitting
on a white cane chair,
in a pool … Read the rest

A man made entirely of flowers stands in a greenly shadowed doorway.
The pre-dominant flowers in his make-up are lily-of-the-valley, morning glories poppies, bluebells, and clematis. His face has all the usual features. His eyes appear as deep pools of radiant darkness. He smells of plant life and freshly turned … Read the rest

winter evening

by the lake

crows on the ice

fade into black.

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down the blue sky

a river of black crows

descending-settling,

re-leaf the winter trees.… Read the rest