pick your take

every one of these
are, will, and have been
used for
assembly instructions, death decrees
white papers on cutting edge therapies
multiple page intake forms, rewards
non-underlined portions of Mad Lib books
warnings on the inside of sun visors
eviction notices on red doors, diplomas
in textbooks and all
made up histories
and facts
in fact
someone really knows
what all these really mean
How arrangement
or composition
takes the wind out of us
has us think in new ways
or feel something precious
as we move through discomfort, hasn’t it?

war shares

Rampaging victims of our
inner wars
we warrant arms
white blood cell farms
banished norms
toward mended harms

Torn references
Scatter like mice
We individually pay a
collective price
Unheard of and
not listening

Gales cross in arcing hefts
Shoved, we cut down
What we see
With what we saw


a clapping song

tell you what is seen
things happening outside
the ships seem so real
introduced to allies
family of blood and otherwise
ancestral songs we’ll sing
while new ones ring out
walking you along
love deeply your mother
forgiving myself
for all that may be missed

home – less bone

May your personal new year’s day
drink from a fountain
that inside of you runs anew
takes the blue and blacks
painting the right rorschachs
each moment in the lake

reflects the mountain
dazzles with heights and still
holds it’s depths for those who
go inside
for those whose inside
has come out

expressing rest
where a tireless seeker
came drinking
found himself perched
on its bank
to look
and begin again
welcomed, at home.

gone now to bones and back

to my son:

What I saw in seeing you was only as much as I see. There beyond me is you. Beyond me is you. Walking in the house of tomorrow I listen you forward, washing my hands – a stumbling fence, slope, ramp. At best catalyzing your innate music into form. You forward. At worst lassoing identity in a hapless construction of ruins.

May your silence remember me to before words.
May the wonder you bring across from the new ancients break me open.
May your awake shatter my excess; your mighty grip surrender my lament.

And as I watch your arrival, from the purest spring inside your mother’s womb~
May you tear the scales from my eyes, lay my heart open and surprise this hunch, hiding any anticipation not so well; my daughter.

swang felts

In calling back to her
those places most of us
frame to burn incense
the weight seems to
give us legs.
For some, it’s a swing
so who wouldn’t admire
a serpentine sway
gliding right, along
then give it a story
when no words were

Beware the way perfume stains
clothes clean and unclean
skin and unskin

Cut the anchors that give
you prime positioning
for a view
for a few.
Our oars are nothing
but for the space
to row.