All In the Same House

41F155AF-665C-4F7F-B4AB-E141BF582454I will do my best not to bring the sun and moon
into this again.

It’s just that when you all live
in the same house
things get cozy.

They’re always just there—
when you open your eyes with the jay
and close your eyes with owl.

Every conversation is about the cosmos
whether or not there is any weather.

I invite my friends over for lunch
a jam session
a glass of river
but it’s too hot to eat

and they get a glimpse
of the way turkey feathers gleam
in the valley sun
and the bathroom habits of great blue herons
become all too familiar.

We all begin speaking not unlike ducks do
and now even jackrabbits lounge around
in the living room heat.

So we wait until night
when we can shake off our lethargy
and play at something
and every moon is a meal.




Befriending the Dark #10: Poem-share for sinking into the season & Befriending the dark, slowness, silence, & shadows. (This is the final section of the poem ‘Sip the Season Darkly’)

Within the cave something pulses,
it’s why we go there.

We hear it even now—
that which deepest dark cannot smother,
winter’s hands cannot touch
shadows stalking have no purchase.

Tender tendrils of our very own vine,
bearing the wine of our heart
like embers of eternal vernal.

A spark electric, A light immune
to season’s scorn—
a Flame Everlasting.

A Remembering.


Some secret vial of our heart’s nectar
distilled for this very hour
to sip the season brightly

And the sun too misses his mistress
and cannot too long stay away
he was meant for this: to shine

To not share his love is a wounding.

So in that darkest hour
he knocks on the nearest horizon
and announces The Return:

“Dear Love, I’m Here.”

Which is exactly what we find
written on the walls of our cave

as we witness the melting dawn
heralding The Promise.

All frozen walls fall
before the mighty glow
we look around and see
with new eyes:
first breath after coma

and though it’s just a whisper now
It’s enough to start it all again
and again…again….again…


32652C81-BF85-464A-AC16-E6CC80D563AF“There’s no reason for us to believe the Sun will not abandon the Earth,” I reply.

“Other than that everyday
the Dawn is delivered on time,”
she says, crooked in smile.

“Look, the Worms come in battalions, dancing.

There may be no Return.

The underbelly is winking electric.
and the sun is making a bow—
Perhaps THIS is the last day,”

I sing a such a cold Melody.

I say it is ‘I’ that sings this.

She has a warmer lyric:
“I’m stocked wing to wing
thick with Desire,
though Desire’s end be Death’s friend.

In my last place, the lights went out,
and I don’t remember
what came before.

Only Blackness and then Something dissolved in me—a torture sublime.
Then, the New Dream.”

“What’s the New Dream?” someone said.

Without a word, and with smiling wings in Orange delight
Butterfly performed a one-Woman play
for me and the god
in the dusky Meadow.

And the god knew himself
it was just enough
no more, no less
to redeem the final Day
and the longest Night
whether or not
the Sun returns.

The Sun and Eel

E7E97C66-6A52-4043-9446-B9C4C83FDC82How the sun regards everything

–the rocks and tides
the bones of fish and piers
the egret and the snake
the silence of the heron hunting
man in the shape of smokestacks
and the sound of a tugboat
abandoned parks and souls
from holed mud to the whole horizon–

in equal measure
is how I’d like to see things.

But that moray eel part of me
that dark hook of me
the one that never lets the sun
fall on his slippery skin–
he won’t let me.


BAD0E0A7-E45F-43B9-AF96-BD0F64ADE6FBfor e.e. cummings

river stone sun moon
let by let, in noon night dreamt
and get by get, let letting set

by piece and piece and picking up
the dustly dust that had been down

he sang his yes and flung his no
flow by flow, stone by stone

thereby came his riverever
(so riverly and thus forever)

moon river stone sun
(yet he’s not the only one)

wave by wet, bird by wing
bee and sting, trees and ringed

nor faraway, but nearby far
one by one, not two by two
into drumming breathe big star
how he wonders do you too?

pebbles down or time it pins ya
empty pockets ’til it getchya

but then and now and oftening
past did its went and forgotten things
all never’s said, and of course i’ll be’s
but all the things in between, oh the things…

so sun moon river stone
(yet they’re not the only one)

flesh by flesh, touch by touch
bark by skin by scale as much
dream one wakes, wide by wind
wild it, yes, remembering

pebbles down or time it pins ya
empty pockets ’til it getchya

he on cheek them, kisses, winks it
whenever floats it up, then sinks it

until into breathing, dream by star
no matter thinks it who you are
and so too you can soon
stone river sun moon

sing your yes, fling your no
stone by stone, flow by flow

When You Became an Inland Sea

AFB5E7A5-F85B-4393-AFAF-72F637D04E3CRemember that time you became an inland sea?

I was trying to get out of the thick,
the searing
out of the bright, dark memories
heavy with the weight of undying

I yearned for your moon
and moon again
wanting you in my midnight arms

I tried hiding in the shadows
but he’s a trickster, this lord of life
following me like murderer

I tried breaking open
a mottled rock and jumping inside

but there’s not as much space
in there as you’d think
and only hotter

I heard you calling from the shoreline–

How many times have I heard you
and sat a dumb fool
bleak and distracted?

but you, wet with purpose
cleared my ears

so not walking, but running
I dove into your belly
when you became an inland sea
for me

I detached my head/knot
floating it on your waves
eyes closed for repairs
bouncing the ignorant sun off to the hills

our bodies swelled,
and in swelling together duskward
released ourselves

hazy were the eastern miles
from where I’d come
cloudy were the western miles
to where I was pointed

with smoke, or fog, or amnesia
I’m not sure

but right there, my body in your belly
all was clear, bright like home

I could see all the way to your bottom
and you could see all the way to mine

You discharge me
when the waxwing calls
and I roll out of you

the sun I’d cursed, going, gone
the moon I’d yearned, dawning, dawned

I fell into my nest of feathery fir and cedar
my sleep as round as your belly
because of that time
you became an inland sea