Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

last night's descent
was all marble-cool blue water.
today's dry-eyed vision
is a rising white feather, and i
stir it back into my black
coffee.

Monday, October 26, 2009


Friday, September 18, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009


Friday, August 28, 2009

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I've stopped coming to you, Sea.
Your implacable face always
gives the same austere counsel:
every true thing is hidden,
or will be.