Archive for January, 2019

Touché (2015)

She exclaimed
Such a beautiful church
it’s non-dimensional

I asked
You mean non-denominational,
don’t you?

She retorted
No, come look

She swung open the large wooden door. I walked in.

Oh, I see what you mean.

Chagall 2015/2019



Out of time, mind, milk, and money;
can you take me please to the store?

Chagall 2019

Static – the new day
insects and birds rise to greet suns birthed everywhere
inner ears tickle the first time sounds like water
echo there in caves

No words for color
regions of my body burn just as god intends
minty oxygen invigorates my being
a pinch now and then

We grow outside-in
win or lose the games we dare to risk all of it
late morning near noon the days’ crossroads are many
so worlds come prepared

Sleep’s long swept away
the heart of the day absorbs strong light from above
dirt and rain combine to break down all of the lush
covered seed split open

What doesn’t grow right
gets discarded but in time heals perfectly flawed
singularities for the poets to ponder
for painters to feign

We crawl then we fly
cry out loud above the rest our forgotten calls
in dappled clearings we romp under heavy falls
bathe in cold cascades

Evening comes sudden
sneaks up too quickly this time she and I are here
a kiss in twilight is often all it will take
is all it will give

I cherish worn trails
angled from vanishing points so far behind us
happenstance a crowd where a billion faces search
but only two find

this urge to resist dying until tomorrow

Chagall 2013

Sun Stance

There’s not a single red star
that’s yet died

Chagall 2019

On Belay! (2015)

When she was a child we played a game:
we pretend to be high on a cliff at the edge
losing grip  – our footing – we plummet
down off the bed, from Everest

At the last minute grabbing hands in mid-air
– in outstretched rescue every sinew, each muscle
straining to hold onto life

She writes that it’s readied her well for the fight,
she loves me, it’s time to let go

Chagall – 2015, revised for 2019


From the cliff Julia guides the anemone
fluorescence to write her name in the sea

If only people knew
she ponders

Chagall 2019

Self Aware

I punch at the air,
thinking I’ll knock
some sense into it, so
I swing and I miss and
instead catch myself
on the chin.

Chagall 2019

Stet, Stat!

Sweeping the cutting room floor I find
sweet snippets of verse about you

Chagall 2019

The dead, in the life of night,
parade among toppled stones,
incite the dance from below
to rhythm scored by moonlight

A lullaby
for days gone

Reel and waltz, ye phantoms!
Pirouette nimbly sublime
among raked rocks, fading candles
lit by wistful prayer

In time time ceases
Out of time

Chagall 2019

Inguinal Drive

My abdomen bulges
from internal pressure
I exert to convince
you of things plainly so.

Chagall 2018

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