May 16, 2013 | Poetry
…and the warmth wanes yet I still feel the core experience of “sun” in the coolness green bottlefly lands on my page walks on my fingers tickles me flies off to whiz about my head now gone and all throughout the steady sun and the clouds and winds of change
read moreApr 29, 2013 | Poetry
space is happy to have a chance
to be with form
they change off with each other
expand contract play
with each other
can create any way I want!
Mar 20, 2013 | Poetry
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren’t saying anything, these boys.
Feb 21, 2013 | Poetry
A single chime of jade across the waters
as along this rocky shore the moment expands
and somewhere within it is hidden a dwelling apart
Oct 28, 2012 | Poetry
I go traveling out into the big, people-world—
my expanded earth-self—
hear accents and languages,
feel ways of perceiving that produce sounds and patterns.
The patterns come into me and change me
and I see my old limits and my possibilities. . .
Sep 27, 2011 | Poetry
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.