Sfumato 95 The white page lays down for me. Fish come running to the sands to beach themselves. I scoop them by the handfuls for dinner as they wiggle and...
Sfumato 97 I wake to you not here and the temptation is to burrow under the skin of the morning, to chew yesterday in my mind, to send my tongue taste-hunting ...
From John Squadra's book "This Ecstasy" Loving is living on that line between sea and sky that thin hair between flying and drowning. Walking barefoot with...
I am moonlight reflection of sun made silvery and silent. I lick dew for sustenance. My thoughts are translucent clouds speeding across the moon, tangled into...
Sfumato 98 There are lions in the clouds. I roll awake to heat and the wet tongue of morning. You whisper to me and drop suns in my ears. I taste bird songs...
Sfumato 99 My mind is a slot machine with melted nickels or a train without wheels. The morning is a truck roar overwriting frog howls. I hear dinosaur feet in...
FOOLISH ENERGY Do you know me? I’m a ride that makes you dizzy Can we go fast again? I can never stay on a subject with you around If it’s really love...
Notes from a Passing Cloud I listen to the silence in my head, this morning cemetery of words. It’s a ghost town in here as if I’d unplugged in the night ...
Steve, another poem of insight! I was just reading this this morning, and here you come with the amplifier and cooking! LOL Alchemy and Amplification ...
CRUCIBLE I thought watching the sun rise would make me feel like waking up but now that the light is in my face I want melting You say you've got heart burn &...
ABSORBED IN YOU Once our senses were like cats in the night prowling the silence Now a rainbow takes off it’s clothes asks if we would put them on & stand...
BREATHLESS Never will there be another such as you I’ve seen the birth of planets & the death of suns Why can’t I see a way to love you enough? Without you...
A wise and enlightened Indian king once dreamed that his people would be poisoned and driven mad by evil rains. He warned his people about the coming...
I know when you slide in and inhabit me for it is then that each movement becomes a gesture of prayer, a caress in space. I know when you look through my eyes ...
August 7, 2005 When Buddha Chooses to Be a Woman By KAY LARSON TIBETANS who trekked to the caves and forests of India to absorb Buddhist teachings a thousand...
Anima 20 I walk on the shattered glass of the morning, this litter of my longing cast in front of me. We have been apart for days. My lungs are deflating. My...
Anima 21 The voices ricochet and the music plays. I wander for days in the crowd, meet old friends, and speak of the skins of things, that which can be easily...
Holy Hoo Hah! Zen!!! This! [underlined and highlighted with stars and hearts] reminds me, please indulge some reminiscing on my part, using this poem as the...
OUTCAST O my love what have I done for you to mistreat me this way? You leave me out of everything To me you have nothing to say I’m just an outcast & you...
Sfumato 100 I’ve swallowed the morning. The sun hangs off my lips as I stutter love words. I arrived on your breath, express-mailed out of dreams. My...
AWAKENING WITH THE BELOVED Awakening with the beloved sets the world dancing first thing in the morning Like a wounded angel I time my breaths to go with yours...
Alla Prima 1 I have no underpainting, no careful preparation, no cautious placement of color. I am breath flung onto the moment’s canvas, all raw desire and...
Anima 22 I’m scattering thought marbles looking for a pattern, some intricacy born of dreams, a voice whispering non-words in the ear, a trickle on the...
some pretty awesome visuals here http://bialystocker.net/ and here's Ron Sillimans' poetry blog http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/ definitely worth a look at At...
Mind Bones 17 Morning rushes in on centipede feet, a thousand thoughts buzz the room. Most fall and drown in my coffee but some have loud voices. They breach...
Mind Bones 18 I’m attacked by the silence. It is filled with ghosts beyond my hearing that flavor the moment with bones and flesh that have leached into...
FATAL LOVE 6 My heart rose with the morning sun watching the sky change to light You’re like a secret sun sleeping under the covers I feel your life giving...
Mind Bones 18 I fling the bones of poems around the campfire in my mind, in these embers of the night. We have traveled far, you and I. We live now in midair ...
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