Most of my water escaped long ago too,and which one of us was reallydesigned to withstand the pressure? Slowly filtered through solid rock,the remains are all that remains: pyrite and calcite and Uranium. Armored fish patrolling the depths,consuming the soft, fleshy parts, anddisappearing into the crystal lattice.
George Cassidy Payne
Hands of Light
can move slabs of sandstone into pyramids, if we want them to. For what pyramid was builtwithout the thought of worshipingforms, in the sky world, thesemortal dreams, these prayers ofthe unearthed, dismembered dreams,annihilated, rapturously cleansedby the invisible drumming of a shaman.
Search and Rescue
petrified metaphors a crow filledmeadow a barrier like a riverboat looking upat the sky hidden fumesin the hysteria of extinctionsomewhere helicoptered away from the delta those sharp edges like shoulderblades the land of my bodybreathed over with floodlights
Ferguson
Why am I hereWho sent meWhat secret mission am I on What enemy haveI come to wound with my goodness What quiet darkness in my heart have I come to rattle with the drumming light of activism I awaited this hourlike the wind grows out of the stillness
Tears of Tonglen
There is no timeline forshamans we dreamthrough our heart while stayingin the center letting go of the softflow of cares what we are tryingto hold without being together
Bow & Be
ThatToo Timeless&Newborn CaperingThrough What loveCan leave on those Traces of Earth EnduringThe rivers and All that May be true Maybe.My whole past, too. My heart.The lost part Of the brain.Cutting like a Samurai’s sword Touching the grassOr taking off a tight shoe Death the wayRam Dass felt it.
Like Raindrops
I am not a Buddhist (neither was he) I am a followerof the neonlight of liberation Free of being rightI strive to see how my poetry can hold many truths, all of them sentenced todeath
Driving Through Seattle
Drizzled.Plundered.Poured.Like sunlight.Like religion.Like sleet againsta car window.I am a gorgeouscatastrophe
Olympic
Chinook salmon chant on sandstone intestine-intuition in an agebefore teachers they emanatefrom the roots of the Naupakalike sea spray
A Thought I Had While Swimming in Kimbe Bay
what use is the proper use of human beings to chase after each otherlike children after dragonflies to devote ourselves to each otherlike wooden idols on a totem pole to unlock each other’s mysterieslike keys forged in a closed foundry to be extreme with each otherlike we see on television to be tornadoes in each other’s […]