Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Unfocused Passion

Flash Splash


Mustard stains on stubby fingers

In a brocade drawing room - Persian

Carpeted dog prints

Cocaine in the pink bathroom with

Matching towels

The light in there doesn’t work


Hitchhiker wears a walkman -

It’s hard to catch, but isn’t that

Handel he’s listening to?

Hard thighs encased in silk

A woman with a moustache on the 105 bus

Bus driver discussing Chagall with an impeccable

Parisien accent


Talking about integrity in a filthy bathroom with a blocked sink

Talking about boobs and ass in an empty classroom

With very small desks


Imagining his hands on me while

Keying in the dewey decimal number on a grade six math book:





Thursday, September 12, 2013

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Dip In

All's Well That Ends Well

Yours to Keep

I planted the shrub today

Nursed from stolen cutting out

And into the blessed Earth between weedling seedlings

Faintly chosen - not

Denied, in any case.


I planted the shrub in sacred ground

Along the woodland edge



I am glad, fulsomely

Foolishly perhaps, not knowing,

What time will tell there.


I planted and put my hands in the soil and

Then stood back to look upon this work.

And it was pleasing to me, the One who cut and placed,

Dug and rose and took and gave Life and took.


Wild heart in love with the world will build and tear and build again.

There is no loss in death of anything, anyone.

When you pull that next intruder out by the roots, take heart and know

There is no loss in the going of anything, anyone.


Always, a new planting. Always, more to come.


And each feeling that arises with the coming and the going is yours to keep.