I am left timeless. My skin is timeless. Like the rusty mercury gauge in an old Chevy. I am gazing upon Christ. I am aggressive.My density is aggressive. I am an out of body experience. My blood pressure drops to zero. I am a cardiac arrest. The feeling of absolute resolution. I am the hangings, shootings, and burnings. I […]
cosmos
His Shaman Eyes
felt heavy as slabs of sandstone,like the pyramids. But only after he offered prayers tothe unearthed, cleansed bythe drumming, a cold thunder on the dry mouth of an Illinois Prarie.
Bio-graph
The mind is rustlingclothes, sound shadowsand deadening echoes. The feel of her proximityand the wall when a blindman is walking too close. Like black panthers, all of usfind our way by vibrations, when the night gets too dark. And in the morning, the mind isa patch of parsley green moss onthe white flesh of birch trees. […]
The Call
comes when you are waitingfor the shower and disinfection, and when you reach the bottom of the sinkwithout clothes, shoes, or even hair. The call comes when you are baptized with a number. The numbers told everything. For they told the world, in particular, how yourefused to let yourself live without its sorrow. A blessing that […]
We Need the Soil
because the roots are a gorgeouscatastrophe of gargling raindrops those empty diamond shaped facescontaining the dreams of elderberries because she fills earth’s basket with the black resinous warmth of grandmother’s hands breaking the ruby white stalksof rhubarb and celery, reenacting each contagious morningthe cherished dew of midnight’s tears as the wild and mischievousrhythms of eternity nears
Alice Walker
She watches the solar system the way Galileo did yearning for extinction&fresh as shallots just opened she writes to change her taste in the world
Caught Between the Hours
Have you looked upat the stars lately? Have you watched the Moon bowor gulp light from her holy grail? Have you howled at her?The sky mother. Oozing through the gate, a vaporous,sweet olive black night in the distance, a coyote yelping
The Heart is a Constellation
Dying almost assoon as it is bornthe heart danceswith newborn starsa constellation of affairs and a great accidentof the cosmos, ifyou can find it had a purpose to mess up.
At the Edge of the Sea (for Rachel Carson)
Death is the one event that everyone knowsnever happens the way it is supposed to. Death is a secret realm. It has an entrance with fountains scented with lavender masking the stench of blood. On the loudspeakers, the rhythms of eternity.On the front door, a quote by Rachel Carson: each grain on a beach is the result […]
The Art of Being
We do not paint. We are the pigments,resins, solvents and additives the soft animal bristle andhand-assembled metal bands. We do not write. We are the molecules linked together in crystalline structures, soaked into paper, allowingour thoughts to bleed at the edges. We do not make music. We are strings vibrating,communicating rhythmic visions hanging in air, that feeling of wanting […]