my poems

Posted on May 26, 2024 by Nik

Cardón dreaming

Sentinel silent standing arms branching high Holding up green fierce flower and thorn bee and beetle tumbling sun rock and sky Statuesque shadows lifting long breathing heat dazed quartz and shale we dream of night Caracara sailing azure and gold at home lizard and snake elemental white bone feather black We wonder freely somewhere far Read More

Posted on May 26, 2024 by Nik

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 through my hair, my eyes, my heart homo luminous, wings unfurling, tremulously through your glades to swoop and delight, in every fold and mossy spring every tender Read More

Posted on September 4, 2018 by Nik


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


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

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 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

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik


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.

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

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

Posted on November 22, 2007 by Nik

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

Posted on July 15, 2007 by Nik

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

Posted on October 7, 2003 by Nik

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

Posted on March 1, 2002 by Nik

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

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