not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, October 17, 2016

to crane

contemplating the nature of an empty field
a chorus of cranes derrick and jib by
leaving me to wonder on the nature of an empty field

Friday, October 14, 2016

when i put my ear to the earth i heard a distant bird


listening harder

and listening harder, again

Friday, October 7, 2016

stunned by being

the hand can sense it
     mud and marl

the eye can weigh it
     loquacious curve of light

what is made

Monday, October 3, 2016

Thursday, September 29, 2016

under the canopy

beyond the trees, protected from the clock of autumn sun, ferns yet persist as yellow.

they shine out at me with a canary's pulse. something in me shines back at them in return, glistening, ambrosial, accruing, and common like honey.

the distance between all things narrows.