The Detached

We die,Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,Stranglers to our outstretched necks,Stranglers, who neither care norcare to know thatDEATH IS INTERNAL.We pray,Savoring sweet the teethed lies,Bellying the grounds before alien gods,Gods, who neither know norwish...

A Cloth of Fine Gold

You may thinkthat first lit flamewas the ultimate blaze,the holy fireentered at last.What do you know of furnaces?This is a sun that returnsagain and again, refining, igniting,pouring your spiritthrough a cloth of delicate golduntil all dross is takenand you are sweet...

Just for a moment, flowers appear

Just for a moment, flowers appearon the empty, nearly-spring tree.Just for a second, windthrough the wild thicket thorns.Self inside self, You are nothing but me.Self inside self, I am only You.What we are togetherwill never die.The why and how of this?What does it...

Late Autumn

as if drawing hislost leaves backup to nakedbranchesthe maple’s quietsilhouette pulls orangesilk from a wakinghorizonpauses herewith you on the cuspof dawn then with a singlecardinal burstsinto a fire of song …