after “Evening” by Thomas Merton
Now, in the middle of the soft eveningthe moon cuts the electricity.Everything goes black. Nightcircles you like a spotted mothabout to be eaten by a flame.
There are ice castles,there are mossy trees,there are bearsrolling down hillsideswith their cubs.The earth shakesbuildings down,swallows bridges,stamps out monuments,and washes them with snow,clear as water.
They […]
Icy pathway, yellow wheat tied neatly in bundles,grandmother goes to sleep early tonite.She visited me for the last time on the seaside in my dream.
Visions I have seen are saved in the telescopein the suitcase by the stairs. These are thingsI saved that I wished to show her.Could I explain the dust in India […]
The king’s sunfloweris in the mouth of the sun.Summer, she’s falling down,the corridor, falling downin a wash of watercolored yellow,then blue, this is the musicof my fingerprint against you.
The reward, this orange rooftopwhere I write Romeo a love letter.
Let these orange starsfall in the strings of your guitar,the arms of you coveredin my paper and […]
In a small boat with only two oarsyou and I make circles in the waterwhile we aim for the other shore.When the tide rolls in,we will be submerged.
You will be standing at the top of a hilland I will be down below, in a field.
You will be cutting out photographsof a castle, a yew tree, […]
*good news*
we just booked NorthSix, in williamsburg, bk, for our first *artists for activism* benefit which will be for vday, an organization that stops violence against women and girls internationally. please check my artists for activism link on the right side of the page for details. and if you’re interested in participating, donating […]
My poems were among the finalists for the Ruth Stone Poetry prize this year from Hunger Mountain.
please share this overflow of gold with me!
among my manymany professions, i have had the great gift, of playing the wedding poet too. it is always a great honor. this is the first wedding poem i ever wrote, for emma and chris. please suspend yourself in the sugar syrup sweet, warm float-y feeling, as wedding poems are *supposed* to […]
on the banks of Varanasi, 2001
draft
Assemblage of something modern:rubber shoes to guard against the rain,a pyramid made of pink sugarcubes,the orange velvet of peaches,Picasso’s crimson brush stroke,and an audio clip of how it feelsto be in love. Crashing downthe stairwell, a whistling birdon the third flight down,and Guernica somewheremarching by on the street.Me with […]
Walking after dark on Holy Island,did you not see my shoulderswere stitched with stars, then?
Did you not see my hands covered in the sweet glaze of honey,then?
Can you hear the hymns of ghost monks?
Their milky hands press up againstthe facade of the night-How easily everything is dismantled.
Shall we pass too into the oblivion of this […]