Creation

On that first day We woke up restless Stillborn, bleak, dry and dark Blood dispersed in the water black Ink without paper Language without form Absence without grief It was all ours And ours alone Hear the scalpel-sharp intake Of a baby’s first troubled breath On a day like this, there are no words Yet our voiceless cry, it must be heard For our wings, they are tired And there is no land in sight...

I was there at the breaking of dawn When the unknowable heavens Were divided from my unknowable heart When the mountains of my spine Emerged within the salty womb And trees took root With a harvest of life And breath And the pumping of my fragile heart Sustained by nothing but light And my waking life Was divided from its dream And my subconscious disturbed the surface Before diving deep on holy gill And my...

The dust of our bodies Remain fixed to the canyon walls Our skin stretches over boulder And gully alike On opposite sides Of the mighty river Too swollen now to swim   One river canyon Yet happily divided Tending the gardens we’ve planted Each on our own riverbank The rushing river sinks deep And saturates the earth And waters the beds That we weed today And harvest for the feast That we’re preparing For tomorrow...

When two bodies collide There will always be A fault line to find In you or in me But not now For today we are lovers Folded one around the other Cliffs and chasms Metamorphic And sedimentary flesh Thrust like beating hearts Love is a precipice We stand on the edge And as we spill over We fall into the wind And rise like mountains On the updraft And from these higher heavens We wonder...

Why do you look for the living One Among the dead?   Do you lift your eyes to the stone cold stars Counting them like atomic sheep Fast asleep Till they fall like rain Do you? When that first atom broke in two And light poured out of molecular cracks Splitting hydrogen from helium From only one there came each of em When the atom broke did it break just for you? Or was it...

There was a song my father sang Not really a song at all Just a rhythm of syllables Rising and falling With every step And a pause with Every breath   There were never any words Neither for the song itself Nor for the way It brings me home   It would often be sung Out in the wilderness Surrounded by wonders Sometimes emerging From an ice cold pool Formed by a beaver dam In...

What day is it now? How long has it been? I miss my lover and my friend And while I know that it’s not quite really a sin I’ve now fallen in love With a very light wind Someone to speak with This breeze she is mine We’ll speak with each other And we’ll speak in rhyme While my body’s become A negative space Where flesh used to be And what once had a face...

He burned hot and bright like a distant campfire, like candlelight. He’d laugh his howling little cackle that pulled you into his slipstream as you made your way along the path, down the makeshift rope, repelling over the edge of the cliff and dropping weightless into the crystal cerulean waters of the rocky cove far below. Everything made him laugh. And almost everything he laughed at led you to math, calculating the odds of survival....

Let the new year begin And let the last one end As the keys punch the headlines Into your skin Burning hot like cattle brands Will you have a choice Or will it be out of your hands? Will you see what is written? Will you read your last rites? Will it be everything black Or everything white? Everything day Or everything night? Is it all or nothing? Just this or just that? The record...

I was just a young word that meant “monkey” In a beautiful terrible word that meant “jungle” Under the dome of a bright blue sky From which the eagle dipped down And rose again with monkey in its claw Beside a crystal clear river Full of a certain monkey-devouring fish Beneath the soaring green tree With branch made of venomous snake And limb full of golden chimpanzee Those greedy thieves they were mean And one...