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Wallet tide

I’ve been a stone, or become one – whose hand tries to preserve the world and makes vinegar of the whole thing. Strengthen the opposing muscle, señor. Lead the ringing charge, is that it? Or just keep folding yourself into the meringue, As we Do. This morning,...

Clear burning man

A clear burning man in mourning light came for what I couldn’t fathom. Now the hill brow stands into the first shafts, after an evening of rain and a night of blind fumbling. A question to greet the day? A lighthouse there beyond its crown, a point out at the end...

Green wood fire

It smokes and struggles to life at times, my fire, green wood on starting, I bring my raw sides and overawed timbers, I feed it what I can. The organism consumes some of what I feed it, but subterranean caves give onto a nub of something afraid, lost. Afraid of...

Nomad flowers

The harbor of youth does not grieve itself, In our faces or in any. It simply shifts along. We cry out bereft where one sheltered lea is breached by a faceless wind, we stammer and blame. Meanwhile, up the coast, flowers are coming into bloom. Temporary shelter. I...
Bergamot and jacaranda

Bergamot and jacaranda

There is actually something deeply worthwhile about all of this — where waking is concerned, where the feel against skin of air is remembered. Some well-placed fulcrum against blockage of heart, and suddenly the old ones course through with their immediate flavors of...
Bloom into echoes

Bloom into echoes

Listening, I am blown upon, embers. Oh, lay on a log, story. Bring that sound, uptake of air, breath into and through the valve, the transmutation, the deliverance — into relation, the fitting of valley to its river, to what calls through them both. That’s...