Sunday, May 26, 2019

Regarding Tools, Sub Rosa Revisited

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sub Rosa

[Norma photo]

As I, under
Rose shadow,
Worked my ass
Off years ago,
Old foundations
Crumbled --oh, we
Mumble explanations:
Surely age and weather
Exact a toll together
On farmhouses
And fools --a new
Physique, more
Room back there
For tools

Wednesday, May 22, 2019


Where time
Expands space,
We touched hands,
Joined ways
And to that 
Touch entrusted
All our days.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

With Love and Admiration to All Mothers



When her hearing went,
She often said,"I can hear you
But  can't tell what you're saying."
At her kitchen table
We watched a storm pound
Over the old  olive orchard.
Sunlight fled the field,
Crossed the creek and
Dark filled the window,
Then lit it blinding blue
With thunder to the bone.
When the room unrattled
She laughed, "I heard that.
I just couldn't tell what it said."
I wish again  her hearing
had been better because
I'd love to know.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019


Rodin, "The fallen Caryatid"
Caryatid or 
Atlantid under
Entablature, our
World, a moment.
A moment has no 
Thought in it, shorter
Than neural synapse,
Irreducible and yet seeks--
Fallen or not --an astragal
Of light and life composing
Souls in history, our inquiry:
What are we?
What can we be?  

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Time and Cheshire Cats

Time is fluid,
Seeking its container,
Itself, assuming
All shapes --space,
Velocity, forever
And, of course, 

Imagination and us.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

F=MxA* Revisited

Wind rises.
Up puffs 
Fluff from
Never stops,
Nor do thoughts
Grow only
To their tops.

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Synodic Prograde

Our station, sunrise
To sunrise, in relation
To our star: right now
We are in eastward motion--
All our land and ocean.
Right now we are
Fusing a billion tons
Of hydrogen into
Helium every other
Second --our mother,
The sun,  mysterium
Tremendum, what we are,
Our star and what
We may become.