Saturday, May 27, 2017


In silks
and satin
you perform
and silence

becomes a whirlwind
of movement

for the audience
in the dorm

who are
open to joy.

Monday, May 22, 2017


Never mind
the lost puzzle pieces

of your latest craze
you will concentrate

on the found alphabet
you make into a painting

as you are waiting
for a breathing spell

near the snorkel
by the under sea floor.


Thursday, May 18, 2017


Never mind
yesterday's map of sunrise

or the originality
in your silence

we disappear in a skiff
by the oceans's side

who will remember me
in all my body

set to sail
my faces to the wind.


Rows of roses
left on the road

invades the depth
at the cool air

hearing the ocean's
facade of a humpback whale

life survives
as we on our house boat

sail in morning light
in a fly blown wind

on the other side
of the ocean.

Monday, April 24, 2017


My mother
is gone

like beautiful swan
she loved me

in her way
but the winds

sway in my belief
for her life.

Saturday, April 22, 2017


Erasmus told a yarn
behind his barn

about his colt
in the mud

that the stud
was hurt

in the dirt
was taken to the hospice

during Christmas
but was rescued by Jesus.

Thursday, April 20, 2017


We sink
into Sixties movies

from Italy
because we want to think

of something beyond
beach red

into phantasms sanguinity
of life's reality instead.