Poetry

Posted on August 17, 2021 by Nik

Death In The Wings

Life, Love and the Human Spirit Ever the irreverent rogue, defiant of establishment and death, there was my father, on the slow road. Nine lives cashed in, prostate cancer in remission, driving himself from his off-grid, country shack to dialysis in Palma, three times a week, until my younger brother Hieronymus (after Bosch, no less) had Read More

Posted on December 28, 2020 by Nik

The Bees – nomadic meanderings (part II)

I’m sitting here with a cuppa in the early morning sun in my field in BCS. I’m taking in the expanse of tall shimmering palms, stretching out towards the jagged mountain ridges that divide this primal peninsula. There’s a swarm of bees hanging low, 5 meters away from my little trailer home here. I have Read More

Posted on September 4, 2018 by Nik

Desire

What’s not to love about a little love poem ; ) Waiting impatiently to savour the smokey taste tobacco wine chocolate dark traveller’s lips upon mine softly once more to hear that husky voice chattering like water coursing across mossy mountain rocks singing the delirious song of being into my soul under my skin waiting

Posted on August 12, 2016 by Nik

Syzygy

poetry – I mean, who fucking has time for poetry?   but,   there is a moment when the light hits you and you don’t feel separate   a radiance obliterating every atom and  purpose as you stand basking, blissful, desolate at the edge of the world

Posted on August 6, 2016 by Nik
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Autobiography of Eve

an ode to sex, desire, rebellion and fallen women Found this artwork in centre camp at burning man a few years ago (tracked down the artist through the playa vine for attribution) then stumbled across this poem and thought… they belong together! Autobiography of Eve by Ansel Elkins Wearing nothing but snakeskin boots, I blazed Read More

sacred tree of life
Posted on August 2, 2016 by Nik

saved by beauty

Our one world, will be saved by beauty when we remember, how to see with the eyes of a child into the golden heart, of every living thing. We will feel deeply the earthly memories etched into the mountains of home the forgetfulness in the oceans heave, the forgiving

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Nik

Invitation of the Ancients

Lithe bodied,  we dance tall swaying arcs of verdure leaning into curved mists of space and aeons as heaving earth-body pulsing in tune,  exultant sun,  sultry moon we sink our roots,  feeling deep around you,  and swirl with wind,  and stars reaching,  we rise upon the long song,  of creation.

Posted on January 2, 2015 by Nik

The Return

Ekphrasis in response to Rilke’s Turning Point (below) letting all the deep rivers of the world – rush in / cracking open the quartz prism of your being – you surrendered – you no longer had a choice

Posted on December 4, 2014 by Nik

The One

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou can’st not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never never can’st thou kiss, Though winning near the goal – yet do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Keats – Ode Read More

Posted on December 1, 2014 by Nik

Letting go

This evening the burgeoning crescent moon hovers low  over the western pacific a veil of ocean mist rising up  to kiss beyond  the mountains – where I lay in these steaming waters – earthly aromas rose geranium, thyme rustling bamboo leaves quiet cricket’s trill…

Posted on October 22, 2014 by Nik

ship in the night

(ghazal) I called to my lover pining, under the moon yet alone I remain waiting, under the moon Searching heavens deep, she is sailing mid silent stars, scintillating, the moon Bold round gate, to silver garden framing ferny path to heaven, calling, the moon Sublunary torment – fruit of desiring sweet, gravitas – gratifying, the Read More

Posted on September 16, 2014 by Nik
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equinoctial

Half moon waxing or is she waning did I lose my sight heaving moon half dark half heavy moon light pulling at this floundering soul one long or lonely night and somewhere peers an owl west or east at the speckled sky sitting naked up-on the roof lanky cat and I as from the north Read More

Posted on February 14, 2014 by Nik

Love’s Philosophy

by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another’s being mingle– Why not I with thine?

Posted on January 7, 2014 by Nik

Fruit Gathering

Rabindranath Tagore, timeless poetic meanderings after my own restless heart (forsooth) “Where roads are made I lose my way. In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track. The pathway is hidden by the birds’ wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons. And I ask Read More

Posted on November 21, 2013 by Nik

Brenda Hillman reads one of mine…

 – start at 22m15s . . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. ~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran Drifting through the formless void, darkness all around. there is a shimmer of sound

Posted on November 21, 2013 by Nik

I live my life in growing orbits…

which move out over the things of the world. Perhaps I can never achieve the last, but that will be my attempt. I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a Read More

Posted on October 31, 2013 by Nik

My Garden

by Mehdi Akhavan-e Salis (M. Omid) Holding its sky tightly in its arms, the cloud, wrapped in its cold, damp sheepskin. The garden of leaflessness, is alone, day and night, with its pure, forlorn silence. Its instrument the rain, its anthem the wind. Its clothe is the cloak of nakedness.

Posted on July 16, 2013 by Nik

Demeter in Paris

by Meghan O’Rourke You can only miss someone when they are present to you. The Isle of the Dead is both dark and light. Henry Miller told Anaïs Nin that the only real death is being dead while alive. The absent will only be absent when they are forgotten. Until then, absence is a lie, Read More

Posted on December 1, 2010 by Nik

In a dark time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood – A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s madness but nobility Read More

Posted on July 13, 2010 by Nik

mean free path

by Ben Lerner For the distances collapsed. For the figure failed to humanize the scale. For the work, the work did nothing but invite us to relate it to the wall. For I was a shopper in a dark aisle.

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

the temple

Inside this temple are mountains and rivers there are forests of oak, mountain lions and moss Seismic shifts and lightening bolts are inside innervating every silent thought All the dancing impulses of nature are here laughter, grief, hunger swirling in the winds and time There is ecstatic music, echoing through these chambers and starlight – Read More

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