Poetry & Prose
Hidden Neighbors
My neighbors live behind a fence, inside a door, beneath a roof, within four walls. I see a garage door closing. I hear children playing. I hear a dog barking. . Perhaps, after a storm, we will meet.
Taboo
Wherever you find a taboo, you find fascination. Wherever you find fascination you find an exiled god. the ram’s horn blares “no” but anyway worshipers enter a collapsed temple disturbing foot- prints in ancestral...
What Does Time Tell?
I. The world is thick with mystery. We pretend we comprehend. And we do. And we don’t. II. If you ask, what time is it, everyone knows how to answer. An analog clock, a digital watch, a cable tv box in the bedroom, a microwave or stove in the kitchen, all will tell...
Going About a Poem
ONE Don't be casual with a poem. If you want to know a poem, move in. TWO Don't tell a poem what it says. Ask a poem what it is saying. THREE If the poet and the poem are both speaking, listen first to the poem, then the poet. FOUR The poem is not you. The poem is not...
Let
The cosmos shouts the great orgasmic “Let!” Let all be released. Let all be allowed. Let it begin. Let night be day. Let the nightingale sing the sunrise. Let the singer have a tree, a green branch in the sky. Let there be a flowing stream and a receiving pool. Let a...
Freedom
We want the freedom to confine ourselves in our personal penitentiaries of opinion.
Houses
Houses have walls, roofs, and floors. Houses cover us from bad weather: from wind and rain from cold and snow, from sun and heat, But houses do not cover us from inner weather. When we walk in through the door, we bring our inner weather with us: irritations and...
Tuesday Morning
Our day star has chased the night stars away. I sip my first coffee. Caffeine rustles my senses, a bird sings in the pine tree. So much world I must choose to ignore to briefly maintain this pleasure.
Silent Night
Holy wonder! The human enunciating mouth, these ancient echoes shaped by teeth, tongue, lips, letter by letter sounding syllables into words. Some letters hidden from sound but not sight, not mouthed. Quiescent. For example, the paradox of Silent Night Every letter in...
Ontological Riddle
There can be no category of nonbeing. Being is nothing until it is something.