in spite of our insignificance the fiery trial to the next generation stormy present enthrall our no democracy
devotion not perish
earth.
you die i’ll eat (unbridged)
Category: literature
a los aficionados
words about our fraught body beautiful
boom
sky in spring egg blue
struggle passion
matadors and gravity
baseballs flying straight pure natural
touching
nobody nothing but here
up next
love deep inside
who is well protected
small arms fire
artillery
mud
speak up
veiling of soft purple
counting air keep spitting
some never leave mothers ocean
others breathe
three hundred ten million
more to share than
condolences
did you say
“and there was never a respite from the battle”
bringing my transchild
to meet your son
(young moose released otm2 and opened out of the mud clothing on monument street in 2014)
primary secondary mover
an infant opening closing opening a red tin box
fingers humanizing deities we bore
shifted shape shifting shape every twist a tool of creation
breathing batteries of skill connecting
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huge aqua pearl reflecting two turtles
floating between toss and whack
counting days
rose peach mortar brick iced in early sun
floating over creamy mud
street in bloom
bronze wings lift flyer running
on crests of waves
marking days
magnetic portal curtain of water
dark gray filament out of orange pink soaring rock
valley in mountain
cast into grimace stabbing metal spectrum twisting
misery into laughter
shaping days
white plum blossoms preserved
resting cratered in cobalt melting half life
snow in blue space
(the walters art museum applied a creative commons zero: no rights reserved license to its digital images in 2011)
maerdir
old pine floors shellac and sun newly poured some clothes saved
from missed heart sailing in mortar and plank
there was a kid i knew as a boy
now is the beauty i hold on
were we met here flying apart fast
your better truth dear
arm in arm trees and grain
nothing same
matter can be time
south facing windows
body infinite stretching eyes sift gold
brick ships for miles we ask we hear
(beach house released teen dream in 2010)
where is the bridge
pictures and stories are windows in walls i don’t see past
a black mirror
warm blood on skin yellow white black
someone washing away toward a vast ocean
i navigate by echo
trying to believe
that is around the corner
poised to invade and press
killing opportunity
stepping through mirrors and windows i express
my naivety
smells and words in thoughts in harmony
moments stretching toward eternity
purple curtains
urbanjanuary greybrown
others left out on ribbons of steel and oil
welcome black wings circling through
undaunted desolation
into the storm dreaming
