Birdless sky swells grey blue against trees that stand like brushes stiff in the cold The penultimate breath of a new earth The dark disappears in a steadfast philanthropy of color: red, orange, rose blush up from the land over lakes and hills and roof slats to tell the inhabitants Night has not prevailed. Earth … Read More A New Earth
If I could I would gather all the words from the wild, pick them like berries and press them into these pages to bleed them, beautiful, into my notebook I would chase syllable streams that refresh dry banks and stop. at the quarry where I will cut confused hands on stone, going… Read More I Would Gather All The Words
this epicurean sea of wildflowers and opus white blossoms stirs beneath a rising day she spills seminal secrets as the bees and winds drive pollen grains and promise past the velvet parting into stigma and style with the marksmanship of knowing. this field, voluminous womb, awash with prose drinks the sun that climaxes overhead. a… Read More field of words
Those who might have thought the Wayfarer congenial up until now must know The Godmother from New York has taken over this leg of the trip (see Uncle?) and California Girl’s backseat, engrossed in a book. Last I checked, blogosphere was a beautiful democracy. If you are offended by what follows, remember you are free… Read More The Writing Process II, Part 3: From the Grammar Mafia
i chew the leaves of my poem they fan green and spirited in the height of their hour veins visible like these that inscribe my hand, run with the life of dreams that have nowhere to go but back down to the branch to the root you don’t see look: their asymmetry of being red… Read More the leaves of my poem
I started a poem in my dream. I worked and worked through the rigorous process as I do in the day, felt the thrill of seeing the words come together. I wrote a real poem in my sleep – actually, a pretty good one. And then I — WOKE. I surfaced tired from all that… Read More My Dear Readers, The Sun Stole The Poem I Had For You
A Holistic Journey 