looking down at the cracks that break the earth as the world’s looking up gathering dust from heaven and earth the One creates a path to find a line defined among the infinite ways wrapped up in the rolling hills alone among the fading leaves …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-6-2019
the warm sun deceives its guests behind the winter wind
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-5-2019
in the world just below the surface there are rabbits and wizards of past and present and all the life invisible to the naked eye
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an open door and a warm hearth— on a winter day walking here beneath the withered branches he meets a friend dancing on the moon— the midnight curtain drops to close the show cake baked the day is set— never to leave again
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-5-2019
along the frosty land he still sees the blossoms that showed in spring rowing to a little island on a winter lake a hundred urgent messages drop into the sound of oars the blooms come out in rows along an edge that never ends drooping …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-4-2019
reclining attitudes— she waits for him who will not show ancient man among the peach trees— winter has laid them bare
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-4-2019
around the earth tiny, blue speckled with clouds in the midst of the blackness the lifeless light of the stars we watch as it spins as if aware of our own fate when there is none across the ragged shores strewn with rocks washed up …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-4-2019
gas stop at the forest edge— in fifty years it will all be trees in the catacombs the maze to escape forever mired in the desertscape of time with failing breath they lunge for land when there is only the drowning sea below
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-3-2019
lifeless eyes unable to look in any direction while the Puppet Master pulls her strings the sea-born spray has washed it all away— the fire’s gone and the only things that stay are the clouds at dawn as they pass this way dancing in a …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-2-2019
before the fire— in love with the world and all its possibilities waiting for the falling knife— he’s already dead interlocked now and then, here and there all the possibilities wrapped in the palm of a hands eating itself the serpent awaits the world’s destruction …
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