Dark Light

Mother Sun

I skulk away from the sun, that early morning predatorstalking me from the otherside of the faded garden…

Ars Poetica

Poem is story is songa body, a vesselfor fluid pathos.Hear me o hear meas you shelteryour own bell-tone,…

Metamorphosis

It’s not for nothing that I talk about plants all the time.Green pot-bellied bottle of wine,raw wood hissing…

Accept the Moon

air pushing passed wind from the Hasidims’ undulating chants rising with the reddened sky’s lament grieving the loss…

Juanita

During dishes, she foundherself in a new country,startled by the silencein her joints.Juanita had mappedher territory well.She had…

Cloud Gazing

through a rain-stained windscreen i’m stuck in traffic, meandering your eucalyptus fragrance faint as a daydream it is…

Grieving

i open this poem / with my moniker / a euphemism / for doldrums. / i sundered the…