Cardón dreaming
Sentinel silent standing arms reaching holding high green, fierce flower and thorn bee and beetle tumbling, sun rock and sky statuesque shadows lifting long heat dazed quartz and shale breathing, we dream
my poems
Flowers for the void
Sliding along the length of your back caressing high mountain meadows long as the breeze soaring, lost in the aroma the wild flowers of your being sunlight glinting
The Kingdom
Were I able to capture within this flimflam frame all the majesty of light and space, scintillating across the oasis before me now
Thanksgiving
a poem on gratitude during thanksgiving
Baja Baby
a poem on expatriate gentrification and consumerism in Baja California
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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…
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
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
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
equinoctial
falling away into grace becoming enfolded in darkening wings of winter’s embrace, from the east she calls, i love you
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
radioactive haiku 1,2,3 …
#3 dusk in Fukushima wild plutonium horses ride jet-stream home
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
haiku #1
bird song in the city false dawn
Oh
Oh great goddess, mother of creation, this earth What silent hunger causes big breasted women to wander in my dreams. Oh happy happy death – this fool asphyxiated in the heaving depths of the cleavage of the beloved.
damaged goods
“The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.” – George Santayana Lewis drives us to a deserted beach just outside of Read More
the poetess
click play button to hear this poem: As I begin to read your poems Their power enters my body Your faithful, deep feeling words Slip through my unsuspecting skin I feel them enter my bruisey heart As easily as air enters my lungs There is an affinity I dive into the pool It takes me Read More
Paternal Angst (or Ode to my Stepfather)
Rest in peace you fucker [look, though ignoble, this is just a public rant to get it out of my system, unto the ether, OK] his brutal strength crushed my spirit his iron fist rules made me passive aggressive his stupid love made me hate – at least him his idiot dogma though, freed my Read More
an echoe from the shore
Pescadero. Baja California Sur. All she wants is for me to give her my love and she will give me the Moon. How could she not become the Radiant Goddess. Aphrodite. The Ocean and tides. How could any woman not bloom, in Love like a cactus flower, under the desert moon their beauty born the Read More
benevolent poets
after a workshop with Robert Bly
into the dialectic
. . . 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 like the siren’s song reaching through space and time. And in an instant in an ocean of Read More
The Mango
The Mango is anything but innocent it beckons with it’s fullness it’s soft golden belly, glowing from within, it says… sink your teeth into my plump curvaceous skin, suckle on my gorgeous ripe flesh and let the sweet juices trickle down your chin. Revel in the rapture of my glowing roundness and feel the warmth Read More
for Judith, Medecine Woman, 2002
wise sand dune primrose bud flowers innocent of this fools search, speaks of youth and eternal light this does not age or fade, it just keeps moving through like star songs resonant beyond the Earth Vega in the Lyre, we remain ancient and always new what they say about age is gravity’s conspiracy there are Read More
for Keren, Koh Panghan, 1994
Velvet soft, Fading petal, Gently … … Falls. Lotus blossom’s Golden heart Gives, voluptuous petals To the Air. And sensuous stream sings Its round song. And autumn turns to spring My love