holding patterns

of dead leaves

in your cupped

hands

curled

light

lets go.… Read the rest

standing on this shore
hip deep in the warmth
of your elemental pocket
the deep slate grey
overcast with its clear wind
is embraced
in the seminal wave
of your hair
and moves perfectly
as a hand to eye gesture
to the wing
and gulled horizons
that spring to mind… Read the rest

if light standing
should cast a stone
there would be singing
in this place,
where summer is beached
and shimmering
as waves toll the bell
over this twilight
of shattered shells,
where once the
archaic spiders
worked their charm
over this web of Eden .
and the grey gargoyles
of … Read the rest

fire in the dog
glow in the bone
clutch in the heart
fog in the throat
avalanche in the ear
balls in the feet
thunder in the head
waters hope in the garden
of the licking groin,
where moisture springs
eternal in the apple
of the juicy aye
lights the … Read the rest

swaying reason-ably
to the rhythm and rhyme
of our safely back to back
promise, absolute
in this belled shelter
of shivered time, grinding
heat into this moments
sliver of hammering cold,
turning cartwheels
in the heat of the snow rutting
in the frosted track,
watched by the iron rimmed eyes… Read the rest

light moving
inside dark water is
blood dreaming
for the earth,
as the tillers chain of light
seeds the plough of darkness,
to caress the shallow nerve,
open the vein,
and the liquid dreams
of the hawk on fire,
carved in gold,
spinning the cycles
of the moon
as a … Read the rest

in the patterns
of whether or not
rapt then unwrapped
in stone
the image pre-seeds itself
and proceeds from self
to knock on would,
or what if,
in the process
and weathering
of maybe.

and yet in the heart,
clouds and hypothesis
are formed this way
sun in the stone… Read the rest

that you cannot contain,
own or disown
her voices bending
this light for you now
hand held and arcing
into this darkness
that you fear,
surrendering
your devils
and familiar spirits
to her velvet web
that tightens the strings
of the formless,
balancing image and deficit
Indra dances for her… Read the rest

your eyes were opened
in a moment
in the twinkling of which
the blinds were raised
and my blindness healed
running from this temple
of gold and archaic shadows
to the streets of dust
and white heat.

you smiled at
my capering madness
as the light came
roaring through my … Read the rest

insubstantial now

as the light withdraws

and shadows return

the particles of darkness

as we stretched and expanded

on this rack of pleasant pain

ebb softly and fly against

this thin clear moon

that night etches

voices and flows

through us like a river.… Read the rest