Saturday, December 30, 2017

Be Back Now

When will you be back now your back receding the clocks are ticking away almost matching their breathing what say you to what goes on here I miss your bear face Be back now inside the building around the corridors I could climb the walls gnat clusters what else did I sweep away Moon tell me you are back claws and all your smooth all thumbs please pluck me back now all berries

Friday, December 29, 2017

Land So Far Away

Desert stewards Don't you know we will occupy the only and of course we know best our place and years in the thousands

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Curse Of The Whistling Custodian

Name that tune if you dare note the random even the wind has more rushing reason in these corridors let's go

Thursday, December 21, 2017

This Post

Is waiting strange empty is making the day break chill moon tang distant posting as

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

The Moon And The Sun

Water enough to go around around and around water episode inside the dream inside too late episode way to turn around round and round see you and your brightness around a round the place

Wild Like

Change wouldn't happen for a few decades warmer than what is necessary Arctic friends goodbye for now leaving isn't something the pipeline would finish off

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Out The Out Breath

Goes out the out breath inside the other noise out the daybreak in the minutes time inside the clock winding down in leaves keep my body close ticking of the signs

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Blue Berry

I got the cinnamon apple but I long to slog through the tundra seeking dusty blues trying each one out deciding upon the sweetness of each dream each heroic rescue until there is so much space without rescue that that too was a dream so sweet can you hear it calling out of the blue

Friday, December 15, 2017

Time Share Wood

There is a lot a lot of wood I will sit beside it and think think of you and me beside the wood before it burns and after burning it piece by piece down to the rational coals after all

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

The Curse Of The Cursing Custodian

Chapter One Closet Dilema The Forgotten Keys Squeaky Door The Dusty Doorjamb A Mystery Of Time Chapter Two Seven Seven Stairways Seven Curses Chapter Three Misplaced Mind Midnight Revenge Graveyard Shift Increments When We Were Kings

Tuesday, December 12, 2017


It was and wasn't spectacle linear noise wondering inside looking what's left air hug chambers in the wheel each with an apparatus on top the outside

Monday, December 11, 2017

Here Too The Tinny Sun

In the trees caught strict branches full of frozen fruit too icy for birds but the rats will feast parts of seeds leftover cake all the bliss blinks and leans into midnight a midnight list pack, socks, gloves however long it takes to be here to stay bling illusions touch it and look the illusions continue see my mind turning run it around and then some

What The

Empty parking lot train along river owl chased

Sunday, December 10, 2017

The King's Fish

But that fish belonged to the king that day not knowing or did he know was hungry anyway so much fresh lush soft waves bare shade reserved how they knew first at last she thought she was the cream he the tartar but maybe it was the other way around

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Wa Appenen

The tiny closet light warms up my world when it is just spiders for as far as the eye See we go til break all the trappings of all the world See the stairs entryways and basements near the alcove I see my mind recessed and oblique It never ceases working even when I sleep even when the moon brighter still

We Seem

We seem other but without the other I'd like the rest And sometimes the rest between I am supposed to the rest instead resting my hat

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Big Night

It's going to be a big night Jesus Christ a big night Out there fog so thick Elevator so slow in my building where a big hand grabs me by the collar shaking out the dust number 65 and a little 66

Monday, December 4, 2017


They don't know quite where they want to go three years on the streets of Eugene coffee too hot but I will make it last an hour at least cold but it will last at least that long I tell the young counselor about them about Denise and Robert about how it seems all about Robert not what I expected of this place along the river between the buttes If this had a meaning I would want it to mean I found them finally but instead they found me disturbing the peace as it's called restless

Sunday, December 3, 2017


My questions The non-answers More questions My own are figments Fragments hallway illusions Halfway from here To there deciding It would be so nice To have abundant supplies I would love the convenience It would be shining The take on it would be so Overwhelming please remember So what else changes Obviously the climate The purpose of nothing Cleaning dusting sweeping It all away from outside To inside to outside

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Afternoon Review

Because of the boathouse last time That is the other room Have you been there Remember the sauna sacred water Help yourself please look at the tiles How they hang perfect icicles The wrap round to the inside You need more of a transition Between outside and inside What else could you do Slightly undercooked This is because of the roof It looks so cool the reason

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Creeping Along With Horns

This is what we rode Out to the far pastures Like we would never return The favor the time mourning Their arrival chance withering So what will it be like What will it be inside The same place disappearing Into another room nodding When I left when I took lunch A wine or champagne bottle It was weird spooked me The next round I don't feel

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

It Is

The past always Mind a leaf On the shelf Where I live Inside an almond In another poem About the forest Or is it death That I dream Every second life My twin a shadow Sitting embroidering Sunflowers and branches Curved and winding Pine needles cedar boughs Near the water Where I go to be With you

Next Life

And what did I know of My next life? What splendid Moonscape dancing Delicious rubble Heart long left behind Bones part of the beach

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Time Is Music

Could we have anything better Time is music the lights finally cozy music with fire lights half on a thin glass between us goodbye for now

Monday, November 20, 2017

Poetry Post

Were they drunk in that stance ole buds love them both forever the same arms so crooked hearts so warm everything moment being there the two

This One's On Me

Trade the day for night and you have my mind all the other breaths Tangle up that moon in thigh where doesn't desert begin This news floats me How can it all be said when nothing has been said smeary glass the rain smearing

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Oro Gold

Yello I mean the catalog Like in Bi-Mart it's not pastel Almost a neon kind of like This table no a thorn not Super thorny a long piece To it the yellow one Yellow was indicated

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Not Gigantic

Medium hilly slight Savannah let's just say More than a handful depending Past shelf life nearly expired what use now but extra That's where they look on their way to clean or enter something into the database numbers no broken cuticles there so suck that way my left one

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Window Plant

It isn't pot as far as I can tell in the dusty window of the House of Records where Rob stood hours eye on the ball and everything else

Monday, November 13, 2017

Bri Bri

My fav boss at the U Bri was cool such a nerd told me to quit and I did not Smoke me when I had em

World View

That was my view at the time couch, table, sea, pie My longing for the raspy quiet dark melody is your song for me or just for the reaches

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Ran Into

We ran into the woods too late but still to see the dripping happening. Tangles. You were there the fruit the harvest all the other seasons. How do we speak of this? I am tired. Are you too many gifts I have foretten nothing.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Tuesday, October 31, 2017


Snip snap sap put it what App lap pat then Might get the sit how done Wrap rap trap cone sit Snip guilt take when lit

Trouble In The Treppenhaus

The gallery is easy to get to Let's see about the window Rain will make it slippery Between second and third It is really worn Don't slip On that step The arm is bent Permanent Don't you know

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Agra Vitae

The suspense is killing me Who will go down first Dominoes We hope All the dots Tumbling one after another Micro dits polk A dots

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Their Tiny Buildings

Their tiny buildings are sometimes late yet many make the deadline The plan more important she said that's what they look at if you notice No they look at your model too another said Watch the corners all those stairs took the longest Do they even care about our time Half moon crescent Moon dressed as doctors and nurses complete with blood

Wednesday, October 25, 2017


Yellow feet grey sun dunes like mountains like dunes take up some time be another shake chances are inside flat cold dragging

Tuesday, October 24, 2017


Acrid sacred pull Immune world On the fossil slopes Play this continuous Sight down the line We will notice Your immunity and the place name sounding full of water pooling and running

Monday, October 23, 2017

Can It

Days into it there were gestures made to restore power I thought it was here to begin with what could happen now there are the strange places I suppose I knew this before calming down

Complain To Me

Could it be night or is it morning cruel midnight clouds liars nothing is soft about this hour Nothing clear The pass was open chains recommended how often I have I ignored these signs How does it figure time is not itself Dry and cold or wet and warmer Trees dense with eyes

Thursday, October 19, 2017


I know the feeling Could it last forever Gravity be damned The other dim Dimensions Take my own case So plush so like nothing And everything purring They know We are best friends forever Their busy lives The time it takes So much sleeping

Wednesday, October 18, 2017


It also helps to be under a spell a spell of an unknown origin to take to the outskirts with all the other provisions lasting a decade one would hope the spot is located found stumbled upon I guess there are ways to be alongside the focus stirring

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Extra Reading

Of the expert the huntsman his lover his moon Of the daybreak old Geats and new Of the Clark Fork its tines and handle This is what sustains me at the edges of the marsh a small peat fire metal being polished grasses woven together smell how clean how dry

Monday, October 16, 2017

Bear's Son Depending

When they were gone from the hall this was the weird part all the Mayhem then depending upon Sammy means sandwich

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Green And Tree

Missing missing gone the tree and her green with rain so green in the cold I walked to the car to see written in the grass dew and all his friends working so hard after hours to find green turn around look back keep going into green

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Broken Thermos

Top popped off always popping off inside my pack hot green tea all the leaves soaking nylon shaven moon dim trees poltergeists

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Earth's Door

Sun and Sun's Earth die es Uns gebracht Sonne die es Reif gemacht Liebe Sonne Liebe Erde Eure nie vergessen werde

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Moon And Her Earth

Pulling along stars and their Sun into a trance seen from the train its sleek tracks ride the hills careening out of sight boxcars in tow how they line up each section bending like willows like shadows under cottonwoods

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Moon Plus Glow

Their stories creamy enough to mash potatoes pepper and salt What does it belong chances are we are not here Simple what you pre-run on it meeting to confirm I just copy save it into a file We need to fax and real soon approval from the board West 11th owed us last month

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Fig Moon

Floating over clear cuts the other devestation-- endless stores square merging into the rest-- I did not remember what else could they think of besides what they did not have? Could it be the same will we become ourselves?

Sunday, October 1, 2017

That Is The Truth

There are those times that I remember being alone and lonely I think that it was when there was the day ahead that was worn down it was the way ahead that I go to just in time it wasn't the way I thought. I thought it was here. The bleak beginning. They become brighter and brighter still. It is the way that I told inside my own skin. The thing that begins and ends still. Will this be the one poem? The one I've been trying and trying to write. Here and there everywhere.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

(I Wear My) Keys On My Belt Loop

My keys to the wet and dry. I can get in to all the others just with my keys required to turn in when day breaks open the streets beginning to be a mess.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Moon For Pillow

Grapes ripen in the swelter cooling into night there are so many places winding and curling into day but wait a moment you told me to

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Bear Walk Moon

Smoke soft moon before and after at least half of what gets built gets thrown away let me try the symbols scratching them into the midnight dust swiping them away before dawn when and if for moments at a time

Chalk Moon Against Storybook Midnight

Midnight's chatty edges against the Caspian Sea somewhere in dreams wait a minute here

Monday, September 25, 2017


Haven't I said it didn't the whispering come through loud and clear wasn't it swirling inside a curl you keep winding and I keep brushing The bruises of others are more than skin deep how do we heal beside dying

Sunday, September 24, 2017

More Or Less

Speak about new pressure and love above the crater the clouds and sparks of its own weather Speak about old useless going going gone fossils staying hidden as layers of this place are spinning right along Listen to the voices hearts broken so long not giving in Champs

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Without The Sea

Two years trees I knew a destination air back to Eugene plain things not even hiding

Thursday, September 21, 2017


You know it but have not known there it is in black and white and every shade in between your life depends cycles on the location it would seem flattened without towers but still a place to visit but never settle there on to somewhere else where it is new they are new and you are old young to them

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Was Where

That was where we had coffee strong upstairs splintery tables looking out from our own bungalow Was it all larger then or has my brain shrunk We cannot know the choices and if there are more desperate and finding none Looking at red-- posters okay Looking at green

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Beautiful Earth Tears

Beautiful rain so far cold lasting nine months then baby howling heat Beautiful rain in every space bring on the crawl dry air I remember we sat there for hours the same corners the same minutes thinking time to go

Monday, September 18, 2017

Window Critique

It was never so dark just after ninety degrees I said I would be here and I mean it Alleyways go unexplored another life and the eighties on the shelf the places inbetween calling out inconsistencies my own small eyes crossing uncrossing

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Water Talk

Forever mountain finishing the story lumps of pitch glass jar holding the light

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Bring The Rain

Cool nights and dripping days we see the winter shell parentheses around November Grey happens in the future fragments we find keeping them close

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Wonder How It Is True

The truth did not remain. How close a call. The memory drove by. Could I catch it in time. Would it drift and sink below. Would it wash up later a treasure. A century had come and gone. Now phones and planes.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Just Said

They just said even before I could apply they just said to go there but not yet and so I missed my chance to be that do that and now spiders wait in their webs they are polite if I call on them they wait by the entrance until I've gone after seeing what all the fuss was about

Sunday, September 10, 2017


Change me I say change me into a tree with comfortable branches and waves of silk Can we go there to the past in your next sentence can we stay awhile Mod ladies can wait it is you I want to hear your accent less English your honeyed tongue

Friday, September 8, 2017

Storm Power

Gather it up from the too-warm sea. Opposite long ago when you loved the Mod poet ladies to distraction or was it real? What about the weather? Were you warned about the danger?

Thursday, September 7, 2017


I found something to clean but I forgot what inside the other thing cement and glass. It must have been somewhere on the Mezzanine for those few moments alone but not lonely.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Eight Eyes, Legs

I could see how they hung there near the sea and their own dunes maybe for years nothing happened Then the wind came swinging I got into his private business or so he said in a loud whisper

Monday, September 4, 2017

Smoke City

The downtown buildings glow headstones framed by bossy smoke please go away! the ghosts moan we are trying to get some shut-eye but these are the words of the people

Ash Berry Grey

Denver late eighties in a hall bright windows museum? reading why do I think grey suit and greatness tall thin man speaking his words bouncing off the Flatirons but too fast too slow for an echo we were the echo audience of individual heat past boiling reduced to a nice simmer if only for an hour made us concave formal as in Burroughs all formality aside because of dreaming

Saturday, September 2, 2017


Ate but didn't eat slept but did not dream of you because a vampire could smell watermelon and clam chowder no way out here my resume if all is true this is my life

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Thursday Night

The second time I looked it was still Thursday even though Monday was right in front of my face I could not remember so many bees just a reminder you know listening and how it tangles the promises I see here could you say what I said then I'll know what happened

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

What's With

The poetry she said she meant about the flood how could I dare attempt to keep holding on to that raft when half dead not yet

Tuesday, August 29, 2017


They held their idea then released it into the sky it was inside the best thing going. How did this help anyone else? Maybe so and maybe not. A nightmare as soon over. Then the way seemed clear or else at least enough for the times. Asking again what it was.

Monday, August 28, 2017


It was toxic and by then there were bigger concerns. How about the video game debate? Mindless shooting and we could argue. I need you now after supper. There is an extra chair. You could look over my poems. See if any interest you. You could take them. Adoption. Finally. I look for you each day. What do I find but more looking. Orange dahlias are at the entrance. In back are strawberries and primroses. Isn't this enough now after these years. Are the same problems still there? We go to the garden almost daily. Sunflowers growing so well.

Sunday, August 27, 2017


They said it would be days years before anything cleanup thinking we see what was Where is everyone all the help power lines down I can think about what future where are we now inside the start

Shim Shimmy

The way out is real. Towards Garden Valley. But it is hard to breathe the smoke. So what about another Spiderman movie? Want to go see all the buildings all that climbing? Just over the ridge the Umpqua burns. How about the buckets what they're filled with. Not spiders. Filling them.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Didn't You Know

Backpack too small. Ideas too large for vaga bonding my way across this life maybe I'll look for you but probably more like see you around.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

How This All Happens

Right in the middle they say to each other to nobody while climbing up and over mountains wrinkling hours into a smooth day folding itself into itself the sky is darkening I know it won't be forever so why does it seem so Let's run over to the flowers their blossoms need checking maybe they need water in all this heat Let's go see what happened inside the other daydream someone surely recorded why are they crying and where are their cries where birds float where they change the air

Monday, August 21, 2017

What I Know And Don't Know

What the eclipse requires of me: that I stay on track. While. The plane. Emily Dickinson and her house. Past. Passing through. I like the idea standing under a tree and seeing so many. How else could I know its strange glow in the middle of the day dimming on schedule and then not. Everything strange and exciting. My life. The old fence. The bog. The marsh.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

The Cream And The Tartar

Yes, that archaic manifesto so what if there are so many other spices I won't ignore them quite but of course I know what's best for the mix

Friday, August 18, 2017

No Dream But

Waiting for the sky to darken for the sun to be absent like how time is in poetry how it does and it doesn't matter anymore except for those few minutes turning into hours years days sucking up the numbers maybe even scolding the other thoughts away away from here

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

I Left My Heart In SFO

Cris cross humidity thrift store dress in lemon mauve and grey. My poetry addiction running wild. Magazine featuring Missoula and the M and Mt. Jumbo and the lake a scrap of which can be felt so near the Clark Fork.

The Blackberries

Her face in them. The blackberries by the tracks. Train moaning by. Roaring and clicking. Metal. We pick them every year only not here. See the places when we were little they were so big and now look the spaces have grown over by the pears.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Spider Star

They walk around nothing happening peace is an action an escape to another floor where all life is living Here is my mind then what threat a problem we need to solve so don't bring the war back to the home turf for no other reason than more war from all the wars

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Life Seeming

Their lives and mine seeming so much more than what was at the table this and that and poems talking about what was left out and left away if that is even possible the best will be happening soon feeling inside the rest of time how many months now or will it be days this emptiness is the universe they say it in the books I whisper it inside his ear am I being heard at all

Wednesday, August 9, 2017


Was poetry involved now seen emerging from the rubble-- alcoves and carts flowers and their fruit. I wondered about the table lost under dust mangled discarded but then there are others life can be long too

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

This Is Just To

Say I ate the cookie you didn't miss a thing almost raw and not many raisins anyway it was so cubed it was so moist on the plate with Nordic designs

Monday, August 7, 2017

After All

After all is said and done there is more to be said but what? The life of prose says a lot a lot of the time into the void of poetry that main topic cruel sentences wings of air

A Life Of Prose

She wanted her life to be pure poetry but it was mostly prose mainly sentences and not the fragments she long ed f or the sun so roundish and the moon the same!? well how is it that one could blot out the other if only for a few moments! the nerve those orbiters and fixed objects (sure!) M most of all that space and what was she going to do now that the table from Syria doesn't seem to belong to her at all but must be given up to a twenty-smth. who is very sweet after all with a new house

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Where Is The Cool

Where is the shade where is the cat I gave him water just yesterday and it is dark inside it is so still even with the fan humming to the heat my life is mine so they say looking at the plants in the garden and the flowers

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

That Modern Lover

Songs from his jail his jail of love
about the sun and bonfires
light and darkness and together
plazas where there is lot of hanging
around these are not songs but matches
lighting up the stars ratcheting brilliance
until time is remembers for just what it is

another sort of daydream inside the shell
the curling and curving smoothness
and there you have it another angle

Monday, July 31, 2017

A Particular Geometry

She gave me her geometry
and with a quick inspection
I could see all sorts of people there
stories she lived and places in between
I would need to return to each angle
briefly and without too much time
passing along without thinking
so what do you know now I am

Friday, July 28, 2017


They gathered around the barby
mostly short with some tall legs
standing around the smoke
there were garden burgers at least
and I found myself wondering
about the music in high keys
the twangs melodious and happy
celebrating independent lives final
wishing for a new start so glad

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Moments To Spare

She caught up just in time
so what if the boss had something to say
it would still be there in the a.m. no wait
this was the a.m. what was

she thinking would she leave it
up to the union
plastic bags
a load of mess
more decisions

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Then They Moved To The Mountains

Their personalities were hidden at first
but soon it became quite apparent
some of the dust bunnies (that term
so superficial!) were quite shy
scooting across the polished cement
conglomerate like there was no tomorrow

what did they think what did they know
are the shadows their homes or is this
purely imaginary and without basis

Sunday, July 23, 2017

In Time

I wish for daylight
and all its bugs
going places with plans
leaving their scrolls behind
their strange messages
fancy writing in the dust
where a custodian
could possibly find it
and maybe have some
light reading material
a story about a butterfly
perhaps a few chapters

Saturday, July 22, 2017

First Off

Small grenade scooting
down the side of the shed
down the drainpipe

innocent as rain
into the coolness

                                    cellar stairs

seeking the shelter


how come that wasn't it
how come there was more

changing everything

Probably dropped by some young guy
now rocking in his chair
on a porch
remembering the beauty
of Southern Germany
all those small villages
and bigger clusters

On a hill perhaps
across from a church
those were greenhouses

Not a munitions factory--

oh so long ago


Friday, July 21, 2017

Lost, What Use

I got lost in the sun in its ideas
they disappeared by night
crawled into corners
legs weaving silken strangeness

looking so dense but so light
so medicinal

I've heard their cities crumbling
with a single swipe of the broom
then the moping up
emotion spilling into the future
escaping arrest abandoning the stone

Thursday, July 20, 2017


There was more to it.
Hours spent with styrofoam and plaster.
First the broom then the mop. I pushed the cart
over the plastic

trying not to rip it. But I saw a wrinkle
that expanded. My oh my. Hours
if my life if I can stand up to it.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Go Ahead

It means something to be counted.
At least you are part of the count.
Before you realized it didn't matter.
They were going to bomb you anyway.
No matter that you did not consider yourself
part of their war in that random location.

Nothing except the killing rubble
and all the busy chaotic molecules
breaking solids apart all of them
and not considering liquid at all.

I hear your screaming inside me
all the way down you are not alone
please know you are loved so far away.

Monday, July 17, 2017


There won't be time to sign in.
You've had your chemicals
your feelings
sweet moments
thought help
was on the way.

All this waiting
this enduring
and the others shouting.

It wasn't at you
all along
but at the sky
telling you to look

look out
those aren't stars
not far enough.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Clash Of The Custodians

Our culture are not the same.
You said it in a whisper.
Leave the window open.
That spider I killed was the one.
They caught me when I wasn't working.
My sleep will wait another day.
Just forget I ever said that.
There is nobody here you can trust.
They throw their trash on the ground.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Going By

You'll see five years will go by fast
before you know it
come to sense its trees and flowers
in the forest under a thick layer
and there is a little cave of intentions
will they become full grown
with a full winter's coat?

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Not As Sweet

Could you try
not as sweet
still crunchy
as fresh
wholesome all-grain

would eat
the whole sail
would buy it out
would steer clear

Monday, July 10, 2017

Mystery In The Mystery

It was obvious was it not
really clear there it was
inside the plain fact
not even hiding
in the leaves and vines

all the dust above the mirror
there it was or was it wiped
away when things were said
and done was it another look

Sunday, July 9, 2017


They somehow forgot
their bras

left them at home
for the Fair
out in the countryside

Some also their pants
most meannesses
all those feathers
wings antlers rocks

and silk

singin' 'bout the places
almost lost

singin' that soft anger
into the leaves into breezes

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Finding It

I kept finding myself in Xanadu
even though I looked at the map
there were curves leading there
from all other curves in the dust
past the caravan and blue moon
I wanted more water more time
to remember it smaller and cooler
in the posters with peaches and vines

we're all up together in defense
and there it is without pretense
the human body in all its glory
skirted flounced never setting
but rising to leafy treading
round and round the paths
I'm trying so hard to memorize
their faces still from last year

Thursday, July 6, 2017

What Is It

About life about the bowl
cherries spinach leaves
chocolate coffee green beans
bread and the sweet pepper

sauce getting in the mix
I did not imagine being alone
at the Country Fair but what
better disguise at this late hour

thinking about the watermelon
still in the fridge waiting unopened

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Mystery At The Country Fair

Noises are far
too close. I forgot
what I was going to say.
Did you need your ticket
after all or the pie
Climb aboard the future
It is a human chain
with drums rainbow
Each word searching
for the sconce

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Life Is A Loaded Sconce

Between third and fourth there is a crack
in the sconce but I have kept it a secret
even though I might be blamed it wasn't me
it wasn't I think it was our leader who did it

I watched him from the stairwell
from way above up in a corner I was a spider
spying on his hair his jowl his ugly shoes
waiting for him to fall somehow but the railing
was there and caught him in time that is
what it is for after all isn't it

plus the sconce showing him
a thing or two with its jagged pieces

things will never be the same
that much is sure as the bombs
fallen all over the world
can never be taken back
put back into their casings
planes and platforms

I will report it over and over
what  needs mending

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Love Me Love My Sconce

Planted parsley
regular and also French
inside the old tire with its nail
placed beside the dahlia
years ago I lost my ring from Finland
the one Seija gave me from her class
and there it was just sitting by a tomato

If you don't believe in miracles
then you should really change
because now you have proof
every little thing will find its way
and I mean before and after

Last night I watched the famous chef
walk around in gardens in your neighborhood
checking on strawberries and peaches
slicing them open and arranging things
that is life a lot of the time wishing for

The great thing about here is the cloud cover
from the ocean of course and you have it too--

tonight I'll be back with my sconces
gazing at their serene faces
I won't ask them for anything
because that is what I already have

Friday, June 30, 2017

Sconce By Any Other Name

I looked again at them during the day.
The small stairwell (interior) had new ones
and the one (attached) on Franklin
took no prisoners.

I lost count. Three. Four. Six.
Did it matter now that I was free
breathing in the sleek millrace air
at six-thirty in the morning.

I understand his choice.
All the focusing on relationships.
But it is not for me. I would rather clean.
Just plain and simple. Isn't that allowed?

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Sconces Of Hope

The sconce held my future
in its bright hand so-to-speak
that blank look

this is what
 I have been cleaning
for an hour
fresh stack of Brawny

spider webs their savings
gnats sitting pretty
wouldn't you know
right up against the wall

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Alone Not Lonely

The turkeys creep along
out back their Quiet callings
in the grass so silent no wind
he does not like storms
but I still trust him.
The Butte is cool only 70s
today and climbing.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Buzz On The Mezz

There was some commotion last night which everyone calls day but anyway I could not quite get the gist of what was being said because I was busy hauling up the vacuum with the big head up the stairs to the mezzanine. It did need a little going over and later I heard what's her name gossiping about that conversation it must be about the new hire from Montana but you can see it is never that boring in the middle of the night and what is with the smudges on the glass going out to the doghouse anyway.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Probably My Body

A pair of Jays at the feeder
their cries most familiar
and the oily seeds
are so easy to get
in the half shade
of the the apartment
just beyond the train
in the middle of town
my dreams are of corners
the impossible mezzanine.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Back On

They decided to put me back on the mezzanine.
There was a book in the trash
about the artist and his mural making.
I saved it for later
remembered the lamp
edge of the abyss
Knight Law
just another nightmare
carpeted also slate tiles
so slick so shimmering

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Refusal The Stay

I have imagined the magic
he said she said
from what will occur
sometime soon I remember
will jot it down
for old times sake
as I run around
these places
looking at the poetry
and finding
nothing there
but pain

Remind me please
why I am here

The tales wander
they half refuse

to be caught
to stay

Monday, June 19, 2017

Lessons Of The Slump

They were oblique
but the lessons
told me nothing
I needed to know.
Now I look
at its caving-in

all the rushing
I would miss

begging on my knees
my ankles rolling
under my breath
could it be
I am still mistaking
everything still

rubble and grasses
nowhere to pick
a way past
jumping into
mad betrayed

Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Whisper

It went around the world
in no time
no mirrors no places
I wondered aloud
the swishing seemed
to reach his ears
although I couldn't say
how much I love
so closed appearing
yes I'm living
same place

Friday, June 16, 2017

In Person

This day is in person
so personal so-to-speak
all in my head. I wondered
for so long about the valley.
Each in its place.
So each valley
missing each location.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

All Good Things

Too soon too late it is late
soon gone this late feeling
all good things ending

Fragments be damned!
They are my blessings.

Home with me
pieces of home
where will you go
now is all lost--

will not say will not
speak my fragments
use your partial words

Wednesday, June 14, 2017


Words tumbled down
from high above
dust I could not reach
even with the duster
wrapped in Bounty

Suppose I had enough
would I sleep now
just in case
the answer

We keep track
but do not say
I tasted something off
but kept quiet
let them scrub off
scuff marks on the doors

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


Tuesday brings flowers
heads drooping into cool
along with the medicine
thrown away into the trash

What speaks to me
other than those coins
a glass eye found

inside the cushions
of the easy chair

all the cookie crumbs
I did not eat

chips and paper plates
slipping down and away

Monday, June 12, 2017

Any News

About the shirt about the cuff
it's itching and a swim in the pool
will it be the defining moment
my life and it's flashing by
she said she liked fishing
I wanted him to cut his hair
they won't be attending
isn't this usually the case
won't this be regular now

Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Extent Of It

A rash keeps time
or it could go away
just in time
for the ceremony
sun too hot
sheets too warm
it is another day
inside the rest

This story too cold
leaving no traces
about where

At least you got this far
and the distance
was so near

Saturday, June 10, 2017

O So Boring

forgot to sleep
forgot to eat
it was so boring
to live with these (words)

changing my life
into Technicolor (scenes)
you could almost say
were real (life)

back to the cave
one more time
dragging my feet
there is dirt
under my nails

digging in
to the nitty grit

not for a day
but for a life

Friday, June 9, 2017

This Night

This night will be lighter and brighter
than ever even with the cloud and all
what is happening down on ground level

preparing nobody and no one
so wouldn't ya know under oath
riveting work after all in a day

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

About The Berries

Let's talk about the berries
and why not

Because everything else
is missing

So moving on to more
about you

What say we mention
ice cream

The table wobbling

Feng shui and all

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Chowder At The Inn

The inn had chowder
it was packed
with salt
from long ago.
The chowder
sat inside
her stomach
ever so slightly.
I know there
is not supposed
to be ly in here
but you only live

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Days Spent

Wondering how and why.
It should not be like this
but it is and the town rallied
swirling round every corner
one into another and so on.
Almost there she thought
and somehow it was magic
the way everything flowed
did she actually say that
in between all the looking.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Time Caught

Time caught up with me
in a purple way.
It began with my hair
I knew to avoid orange
a lesson learned too late.
The whole business
the mezzanine the switch
all of it was put on hold
and my attitude
would not change
no matter what.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Mezzanine Past

They were thinking
of putting me back
on the Mezzanine
but I knew there were
unknown challenges
that grew
during my absence.
I could not bother
with all the details.
Knight Law had taken
more than it ever gave.
Would the Mezzanine
accept this even now
and excuse me
forgiving my digression?

Monday, May 29, 2017

The Tree And Its Lightning

What else is needed
a tree and its roots
suddenly illuminated
up in the sky mirror.

The anticipation crackling
branching in a thousand ways
none finding ground
everything frying so bright.

Isn't this an old story
the apartment too small
not large enough
to contain our ideas.

So what has folded up
in between the daytime
in the way of wings
this poem is sleeping.

Sunday, May 28, 2017


Out in the back
three weeks
the old dog sitter
has been parked
by the barn
his parents dead
nowhere to go
maybe an older couple
would take him in
not here
not old enough

yet there will be
the second coming
any decade now
just wait for it
it will be so awesome
all the rejoicing
just you wait and see

Thursday, May 25, 2017


They begged for hotdogs
at the food meeting
and I reluctantly said yes
to the dogs their toppings
even put out ice cream
so many flavors
nobody ate it really.

I put aside
the home made cobblers
all the lasagne and salad
up at the watershed
trying too hard to please
just like I always do.

The weekends were silent
just me and Aries
Arapahoe Glacier
Aries jumping
into the open window
at midnight
giving me
a heart attack.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Little Corner

That little corner
little tiled corner
so hard to reach
even with the Bounty

There's always 65
and a white rag

So now you know
my problem
at midnight
or thereabouts

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

With No Say

Her shoes pinched
The dust waited
Corners grew
Into hallways
Door jambs
Their tiles

It was the same feeling
Reaching down
To pick up the lint
Its contours not alluring
With nothing to say

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Rabbit Island

Manana please come home
to shore and stop the delay
out there beyond the break
yes we see how you float
no effort just light and dark

picking up all the salt
washing my open neck
riding to the village
the night landing spot
jutting out meeting there

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Well Flower

Well flower
Nice to see you
Up close in person
Your color seems to bleed
Right into the sun
After a day of complexities
Mourning the morning
Just that sound
All around the garden

Well  flower
Is there a limit
When you grow
clown fractures
seeming so serious
so well flower

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Land Mass

There is that sinking feeling
even out with the sage
that what is here is floating
along beside the road grateful
and really did you tell them
everything they need to know
about the roll and overlooks

Can we say no other days
just like this one they stream
into one long river of days
combed out wavy hair
flowing down to the sea

Tuesday, May 16, 2017


That is the way to sift the dusty contents
all your questions about Bodie
and how to get there--
Calico? that fluffy piece of cake.

Their mirrors not my mirrors!
Please resist that type of thinking!
I am busy with my mask. The makings
of time. How the clock ticks.

This evidence invites no speculation
there you have it there it is
ask another leading question
before the jury returns empty-handed.

I've made my mark on the new wall
but someone erased it with a little 65
the King of the Custodians to blame
his loping gait his bunch of keys.

Monday, May 15, 2017


I spent my time in Bodie
a lot of cool friends
their strange personalities

took some getting used to
rocks the only beings
around for miles

Their sharp edges not
whittled down very easy
that part figured out

I had dreams about the road
but was too spooked
to give it another whirl

brushing off
this dusty mask
its familiar contours

Friday, May 12, 2017

Conifer Quiet

Flat swale memory s
upon the uneven lines
each shoulder then
valley burying many pasts
underneath turned up
woken up rivers swelling
calendar days and weeks
into conifers into oaks--

By day many crows ravens
by night the rats of heaven
just when looking was enough
here comes the poison
what will you do with it?
Will you send it away--

This message isn't enough
to keep things running that smoothly.
This message will beg to differ.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Other Word

The other word was taken awhile ago
it was (shhh Matrix) so now
it is clear what we're dealing with
underneath the secret cave
along the forgotten shoreline
behind another immense grove
where I wait for you sleeping
mostly but also reading
sometimes remembering
to turn to the next page.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Moon 20 Degrees Helix

Say you thought you knew the town
when all along you were absurdist
without the benefits of such a label.
These things happen with the helix.

When I was younger
I thought I was old.
This is the fault of the helix.
Everything possible at once
none of it attainable. Degrees.

I mean I asked about it once or twice.
I was made to search the old rubble.
There were lots of ants. Biting.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Future Helix

Bright future helix
send me your message
sent and secure
as next and double next
inside that egg
opening in about five hundred years
a Flower that belongs finally
beneath the egg tree

Sunday, May 7, 2017

So It Seems

The future (will be) sliding
in and out of thin shadows
rubble bigger than mountains
or near that anyway I am glad
you (will be) there too counting
on this words gliding along cubist
not only a dream in a dream

that is the sign you left
all those years ago
under the echoes and dust
of this thick building
because taming it
(would have been) cruel

beside the empty fountain
they are deciding
which one to read first

it is s tough decision
between distance
and trains and love

Saturday, May 6, 2017

The Missing Town

There were empty windows
empty of curtains and people
behind the blinds and glass
what looked like gates or bars
shadows and dust hanging instead
the Earth a possibility nobody dare look
to others we seem so tiny and here
so huge that we are losing it

Friday, May 5, 2017

Town And Ten Cents

Thought about the town
but forgot to think
did not see
and missed the sights

all along the river
raccoons cormorants herons

I watched while it was still dark
how they mowed the median strip
down to a smooth stubble
I will never forget this

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Who Is Calling? The Town.

The town is calling out to everyone
anyone around to hear its blossoms
remembering last year this time
and those others Curled up and gone
only roots now with a few bugs attached
and bees climbing around without ropes
the Butte crumbling on the right hand side
that's towards Springfield and upriver
smooth air at night a jet could land
I want to get out of this skin and belong
maybe my bag is too small
for what I think I need

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Plain Sight

Yes, they hide
camouflaged like butterflies
against trees and flowers
until they disappear (from language)
scritch scratching in the mud
on the walls underneath (rubble dust)
down that drain flying away
to emerge into (the space) of reason
and science so what if there's
many versions of what (they spell)
we are seeing isn't that so
like this poem the real version
of it in a place buried at night

Monday, May 1, 2017

Family Feeling

The town is at its best now.
The town is in a hurry to get
to the luscious Mays
with lilacs everywhere.
See them at your table?
Guests who will not leave
until you're forgotten
exactly when they arrived
because now the family feeling.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Four Corners Barber Shop

figure a little broken
so what
to say
let's go to the mountains
let's go to the sea

maybe there are the wings
inside the straight talk
please listen carefully

let's make sure the impossible
can talk about your feelings

and inhabit theem

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Four Legs And Desert

Their decisions
based on the weather

and closing.

I wish for basic rain and sun

loping alongside.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017


My reflection is small on the handle 
Of the black plastic office phone
I picked it up to dust it
I wanted to call my old teacher
Give him a ring but instead
looked for a bandage
It was a paper cut
All the first-aid kits were empty
And I wanted to listen to my ear
because it was ringing

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

What Happens In Voss

Stay awhile for the meantime
It will light up your lifetime
Those visits for a turn at the wheel
So go now to this location
If you can find it underneath
All that fur be well and remember

that a city is designed by small bits
tissue paper that light gets through
on the table she sits and draws lines
many leading nowhere and not connecting
to anything else but the the next

Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Island Never Far

The island was never far off
with its volcano and other personalities
I would dream of it often
and it was like a visit except without
all the time involved just up close
not distant like this worry I have
about what to send with him on his trip
to see the bohemian what provisions
could he offer her even if her story
is going unnoticed I thought it would
turn into a book by now not more
waiting for the next stroke of luck

Friday, April 21, 2017

Honey Crisp

In my dream I was eating an apple
where the eggshell was left behind

where you basically told me
you love me it was a Cox Orange

and not Honey Crisp (organic)
in my grip what I could handle

awareness like a coat to shrug off
and on because of all the material

whirl pooling around swans now
so long ago that it will happen

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The Only Time

It never stands still like they say
So what if the mention of it is redundant
Inside my yawn is a growl so fed it
The plan is for longer than what
That time I almost died felt like a plug
slowly being pulled away from its wall
I was the wall and I was the plug
Nothing now is remotely like that
the only time I think of this
is you know where it begins with M
It is a hanging floor or a balcony
of sorts that is my understanding

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Easter Darkness

Easter came and went
Monday and Tuesday were also
Easter even though it was over
it will never be over that Easter
lingering in the dark

The girl in that get-up
so like me and her sister also
all girls on Easter plus the baskets

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter Lightning

Easter lightning just in from the dark
just beside rain and its sheets
Slicing away the curtain
from the pane so the Flowers of Easter
Glow more and become more
or less what happened
the past hours during your nap
dreams of freshly mown grass

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Oh The Memories

I remember that curly Easter
just slightly surreal

a fantastic wind up from Hawi
taking us to round to Kona
guests of the snow queen
and her tilting domain

mangoes littering the curves
and aloe overgrown at the beach park

I remember the jacaranda
resting on fences
just before you get to the art

Friday, April 14, 2017

To My Far Off Love

You could not be any closer
but the windowsill waits
for daybreak for midnight dust
all the stars flattening

Because there is no container
large enough for this coincidence
an ebony horse chases an alligator
up a short slope its body not like
a horse at all but like a drawing
of a horse the caption reads:
horses do not like reptiles

But I love you my belly my hooves
through grasses along the bank
where am I crawling
where am I nearly
both and nothing

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Under The Trance Of The Insects

But they did not could not understand
my language and theirs almost chemical
mechanical adjustments staring
dust sweat in the dim faulty overhead

mezzanine not the one I thought
the real one the true one
that traps you blind

Days hours heartwrenching minutes
before break and the welcome sight
Of the vending machine

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Motions

Am I going through the motions
Or are the motions going through me?

Tables, fluorescent beams
Rough scuttles
The moon
grey German cement.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Smell Of The Lilac

I saw one in the courtyarD
Of the Old BijoU
so what would it take mY
mind to be thaT do be so
lovely performing inside aiR
How to rate no how to rare

That triP we took across the county
just back froM the orchard
how Tina was in charge of countinG
all the miles and Dad quite pleased

Someone please come get me
My poems are growinG colD
thinking of my taxeS not thinking

Monday, April 10, 2017

Moon Drift

(moon drifting to another moon)

My time told them clocks
I said hurry to be picked up
wait for all the rest

In a pinch your brain is plastic
do not eat all that farmed fish
do not forget what the dunes
whispering they took their share

Will I stick with weaving?
or will I be so bold
as to investigate
carving, metals, and lines

Is life all cut-ups
dreaming of assemblage
round as fingernails
with shadows underneath

Sunday, April 9, 2017

A Closed Hand

Does not open does not bite
rain in this weather the queen melting
large tears so this was the shard
it was the rose and the thing we shared
back then it just was frozen like this
so what do you say to more
know the chances are telling us

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Trot, Stroll, Walk

In different light
the endless looking
see how far we've come
just round the bend
and now we're modern

inside my cuff
it is butter
it is heavy

Thursday, April 6, 2017

A Mysterious Stain

A mysterious stain is dancing
with what looks like
a probate court reject
living on borrowed time

Until now the funniest thing
she said she thought it was us
Opera singing on the radio
Coming from the other room
In the house we rented
At the salty edge
of a great wilderness

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Whisperings At The Seance

Willows are the air
she's tucked into
near the Coburg hills
early morning
signs all around
saying be well
and do well here
before picking up
all the sticks
that are falling
and flowering
just about now.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Missing Mezzanine

I thought I had placed it just so
between third and fourth
yesterday when I was
community minded and jotting down
my plans for a cube--

one centimeter ago
everything was red.

The project could not fail
because everything was riding
on it especially the in between
where I spoke to the planet
asked for it to return
to its normal self
and not all this funny business.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Revenge Of The Empty Decanter

Half empty or half full
is how the saying goes
but not around here
it is half half
all the way
to the corner
scuff marks.
they say
there are so many
more of us.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Curse Of The Scrimshaw Pendant

Just around the corner
with nothing nowhere
I had my adventure
all in waves.

Pushing the heavy cart
it weighs a ton
my neglect was what
I was wearing.

There are stories
many like this
just look and see
silence will tell.

That scrimshaw necklace
my scratched up friend
been with me
all this time.

Roll roll I sing
dull dull they say
it can't be long now
that hour.


Saturday, April 1, 2017


The witch blows in brings luck
despite all the smoke
those shoeless steps
creeping along the stage--

remembering. Single spacing
could be the key but what
have we here

more bulbs to plant
alongside the ivy
and that yellow cover.

Today I'll get up
with my meditation
forget all plans
when planting.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Adding And Subtracting

It all adds up
even inside the cavern
I polish and polish
until it's a mirror
and my mind
a furry creature
comforting me
with low growls

The subtracting
counts backwards
each step is measured
in clock time
illuminating the inside
of this large capacity

Monday, March 27, 2017

Big Show

To be fair hauling around the swish
sheen led thoughts and looking in the mirror
at the dish-faced animal
will be haunting me
for thousands

Time hangs around
waiting to be noticed
I hear its impatience

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Four Corner Madness

Once I was lost out there on my turquoise bike
looking for the buttes which were not to be seen
on the horizon there wasn't any and that was when
I was truly lost for a few hours in the dark and rain
now I know this is over by where a new path runs
right along the boulevard that bike long gone from
when I worked at the deli and some goons took it
ran it over in their car for fun them and their losers

It is not my home but I've tried to make it homey
with primroses in front of our door along with sage
lavender and a rose that does not do well although
it should the smell of the river and blossoms
driving me nearly mad each time I step outside
because that is where home announces itself
no matter which part of town there is dogwood
maybe daffodils have a scent it is mostly willows

Friday, March 24, 2017

Each Spot

A different spot so let me record it
already thinking of how they raised me
to be knowing them
so how would this be if I call out
hear their small answering
in leaves in scratches
along the cave wall

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Already Sad

Sad love gone to sadness in the day
Night strange for wanting happiness
Around each corner even the library
Edges and corners especially the breezy exit
Where someone keeps passing
Monitoring every move
peace with breathing and breath
Didn't this happen so many times before?
What makes it different now?

Monday, March 20, 2017

Moving The Myrtle Aside

The great verbs of the sea
Chime into our conversation
days and their rust
what hands can hold
What shoulders can bear

In the cozy spaces noir
Really means the world
of eclipse of noticing the light

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Wasn't Old

More than a thousand miles
Four hundred meters twice

husky that celebration
pajama a bowl of fruit

We escaped with our lives
Out of the icy neighborhood

Please clap someone please clap
Value and that takes guts

Stepping down and taking over
In the first place next season

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Short Term

Tiny buildings made of paper and wood
Foam core cuttings
A penny
Quarters I save then forget about
All piled in the dumpster
There is no argument
Dog hair looking like
There is a lot to clean up
Make it Sauber would you
Could you do this all again?

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Daemmerung: Plan Oblique

"A" is the only choice
Plan B quite well known
but then there is this one
which is not a choice at all

Sunday, March 12, 2017

My Reckless Moment

Geometric shadows informed my night
Mezzanine so dim except for the studios
Their color wheels were aching to be touched
to be put out of their misery

But not by yours truly I am no patsy
Yes I see it was all a set-up and even now
There is no right no wrong in this world

I reached for the glass for the windows
my hand wrapped in a saturated cloth

My motions were quite usual
they were psychotic
round and around
up and down

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Altogether Elsewhere

the planet turns toward their fur soft bristles full of dust and grease short shine short life on long legs we ate the rice pies shaped like shoes small canoes or leaves much concern about the rugs about the mill and the dock where Seija and I swam I studied their hands summers gripping wood buckets of berries and mushrooms

Friday, March 10, 2017

I Will Kill

The messy Crasin eater has left the building but those sticky somethings tell me nothing more about the cement Put away your condolences night is ever interesting under investigation my heart getting fooled Some say they are looking others know what they found I am not telling the shadows underneath fluorescence

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Strings Of Desire

I wrote my poem and said my bit there was lots of backfire burning down torches I kept lighting and letting the wind get to them those Ravens they all call crows went back up to their nests their roosts and I held onto an egg I cracked it open one hand like I had been reading about a heavy stone from the Columbia now where I can get to it real quick the pocket of my vest so surprising that picture of the light strings weaving electricity into the sky

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Something Tells Me

I left the bucket in another place Mop all alone but knowing what was next So what if I forgot the gum spray And the putty knife The lab doesn't deserve The white linoleum so difficult to turn your back Under the circumstances

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Silver Sax

I listened as much as I could until it was good and over with but still the feeling did not leave worse yet that idea wasn't even one I could tell about much less describe how to include pillows and wool blanket into the scene So I could finally understand where all this was leading

Thursday, March 2, 2017

With Nothing To Say

I listen to the train It will speak for me I listen to the partridge To the day and day's ending On into the night and into ecstasy Of the routine slightly changing

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Back To Now

The buildings showed her the timeless night Punctuated by the train offering its run its run-on Sentences its lack of punctuation because it was A dash a euphemism A metaphor in its noise She heard and sometimes didn't until it was Long gone mostly South and into the next county Where there is less but more winter more foothills Please know there are lines here just listen

Monday, February 27, 2017

I Remembered

Then I promptly forgot the islands Their breezes dead from so far away Only the moon seemed the same when squinting And that was quite a stretch anyway up against the foothills Springtime snows were trying their best imitations of a winter Long past due

Sunday, February 26, 2017

It Was New

Whatever happened there was new each day. A small pile of debris would be where the area was clear the night before. The same chairs and tables. Stools. That coin and that pencil. There could be detected in the air a slight noise like shifting or shuffling. It was the camera and what was supposed to be a smoke alarm. Of course no fire would occur in the cement building. Dust was the main problem plus shed skin and hair. Fingerprints. Gum. All the fast food containers littering the cans too narrow too geometric to imagine those meals only holding them against the plastic bag becoming less fresh with each passing hour how could it be when it was changed so often so the smell would be gone making way for fresh air inside is a desert now and the empty barbershop chairs brought over from the E.M.U. sit empty and waiting and heavy.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

The Decision

Thankful for the small pleasures of routine, I got on a Prussian blue horse to ride to the lonely Sunset Opera Pink which was across town, and a place I could walk to, but I decided it would be faster this way and I wouldn’t be late. There were some problems at the door and I had to swipe my own card, not follow anyone in on theirs: security was that tight. A guy even pushed me away when I tried to follow him in, thinking he was one of us, but he wasn’t, even though he worked there, too. I said, don’t touch me as he basically shut the door on me and once underground, I turned into permanent alizarin crimson because Terre Verte had been listening a few feet away. Wasn’t anything private anymore? Was this caught on a hidden camera, as well, Cascade Green and English Red Earth probably having themselves a fine chuckle at this very minute. Hey, hello, I said to my friend (also transparent) whose name was Anthraquinoid Scarlet. He told me a story about Smalt Genuine and it was a whopper. But I wasn’t listening. I was beginning to develop a small crush on Moonglow who was now walking with Viridian (again) when they met at the corner, the one painted Rare Green Earth with Lunar Black. I thought of Mars Yellow, floating down the hallway with only my implements. I moved this way and that. Payne’s Gray shone behind the widows and I thought, yes, that’s why I am here, that’s what draws me again and again. Pompei Red and Buff Titanium. Their stations made their small sounds echo in the large space.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Me & My LOL

Us that was and is Shadowy behind the drops One daffodil one slick spot. Roethke waking to Spring. Sky glowing upwards undulations. This is what I feel. Always.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

So Wait

So wait she said there's time for that Because the mist and fog are first choose to be among them living What I viewed was flat Trees hung out their lace Listening for more rain Roethke's rain not mine Waltzing around the hall Digging in its roots Where weather does not touch

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Folding And Unfolding

Yes remember when they walked so fast To the blood borne pathogens training And you could barely keep up Over to facilities that was lucky Because they let go the big one Just for that you get daffodils In a three inch pot and the cherry pastry They sell at The Kiva just for this day His run will be easier tonight just think Only a few more before you can get back To yours and all that architecture All that language

Sunday, February 12, 2017

All Told

I told him about the rain but didn't use the word rain in anything or so I thought I told him to be wonderful but that was already true Did it mean anything all these tellings all added up together The sky is clear what of it tell me again that it is blue because when they kick you off the mezzanine they kick you off for the good of the building or so the story goes I forgot two days or two weeks

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Und So Weiter

Weiter und weit weg. I can hear it if I listen close to my ears that buzzing what is happening to them

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Day Before Tomorrow

They say good morning when actually it is barely night Moon can you tell me about all your owls Please look don't listen to the small beads falling they are from the necklaces dropping down the mountains That's what they say before all the cleaning That's what they mean clearing night away

Saturday, February 4, 2017

The Questions And My Answers

The questions bothered me but not like before Idaho and all could wait forever for a thaw but this valley is ready for spring and all its promises so what if waiting has seemed like forever dripping into the muck which becomes soil and is supposed to be good

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Irrational Red Closet

Purpose? Ask the stairs Six and propose a change Ha ha very funny not around here This little red closet is yours not only for emergencies So you know keep a list Not about the cases but about the gloves

Wednesday, February 1, 2017


I was a little weepy when he brushed me off at the elevator again his brusque answer with snide sideways humiliation all I was asking was how is it going and I should know by now this is not something to ask in the middle of the night just back from the Mezzanine so what if he then asked for my dust mop head in order to sew the end then I noticed all of them had those short fat stiches

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Before And After

I didn't know all the ins and outs Still closing my mind to driving it around only in town So what have we here Mistakes making it rain regret Looking forward to the thank yous I will mouth in the frozen countryside where I long to be Where I am longing

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Your Guess

Is good and maybe true about the wires. Sure. Necessary. For the machines. What about the rest of it resting, okay, not resting. There is no switch to off. I looked and looked. What I could see, well the only thing was a rule of blinking or not blinking because of missing.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Floors And Stairs

Plants grow tall in the light. The lamp is another reminder. I missed the place altogether. What happened beams were bright and the moon slipping away I was too embarrassed to believe I made a mistake. Now is ridiculous so don't tell anybody after. All.

Friday, January 20, 2017

My Electricity

Just every time the breeze came up how it was changing being changed Now there is another part saying small fast small fast blinking And what of each day a personality leaving it behind for the moon What I told myself was panic what actually happened was slower It might be awhile because the cord the cord is attached

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Color Wheel Mind

Back then I did not mind the cold Not like now What escapes we've had Into the Siuslaw Das Auto The golden chain is not mine Come back We will have fun Go ahead There is no following

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Amsel Drossel Fink Und Star

The winter was real this time and fear lit up the bleak water small seeds of hate and berries of love were disappearing fast and melting into calendar months pages marked up pacing folding and calling it quits each twelve hours I wrote down the miles of scratching and I poured more water into their shallow bath

Monday, January 16, 2017

Our Family Adventure

Please take out the trash. I'll meet you in the car. Make sure you lock the door. I know we're a little late. There is not enough time. It's my turn to talk. I thought you went to bed. 60 Minutes is on right now. I never really knew you. After all these years. Let's oil our eyebrows. Let's bring in more wood.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Everything Electric

She said yes too easily and too soon all the plugs available a map too bright back lit by unknown spaces Events she would dream about last days going forward backwards

Saturday, January 14, 2017

It Thickens

Eventual trees Two centuries from now Still growing Peaceful grove Shade and sun Everything breathing That's where I'll be Looking at the pages Fingering their leaves Where you took my hand Even though I got kicked Out of the compound Beyond the forest Is the sunny meadow Its sweetness overwhelming There is the small brook Running clear and cold Feel it feel it endless