Saturday, August 22, 2009

One leaf knowing

One leaf knowing
it starts
at the crown
with only
one leaf

soon the shoulders
catch on
and the whole
of rings
in quiet ecstasy

Black Bark
a nomadic kiss
makes waves
of consonants
and sets
black bark
to chattering

I am a spotted fawn
whose folded legs
fall into

I am a turkey
drunk with rain
crossing the road
with lips parted.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009


Thanks to Sweetest in the Gale for this week's prompt, ocean. Please visit those who were inspired to weave words out of the mist at One single Impression.

“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing never happened, it is still conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never.”

Franz Kafka


I am
drunk on her song:
bob like gulls
silver bream
angle in conference
carmine lips
part before leaving

bird woman!
who can resist
your sibilant guile
in a blind sun,
in windless calm?

one day I grow weary
of asylum
stick my thumb out
in spoken mist
a rusty trawler
lists his load
“Can you play anything?”
he asks.
“I can whistle.”

We motor
through midnight
chasing dawn

I arrive altogether empty
of souvenirs
Crusted with pink salt.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

First Rays

Thank you Christine of Quiet Paths for this week’s prompt, windows. Please go now and drink in the light of words.

morning stroll in old San Juan, Puerto Rico, spring 2007

The Dancer

coaxes her green body
through rigors
in a blinded room
becoming crooked
for light

The Dormer

white moths flicker
silky, translucent
moving seamlessly
through the hours

loss floats
in aspic
and gravity
is negotiable

First Rays

the louvers:
a host of
top stitched shadows
breaks loose
of promise
and tumbles
into morning