November 2017

All Saints' Day
a kererū and I
in full flight

a speech bubble comes up for air

All Saints Day
into the cerulean blue
we yield our breath

All Saints' Day
a nit-picker picks away
at my seems

All Souls Day
another year's build-up
of absences

in a solar wind
our attraction

dragonfly and i
each glances off
the other

cracking their cheeks
winds whip up hurricanes
through Lear's wits

through the slap-slap
of windscreen wipers
spring rain

passing faith
candle to candle
rite of spring

a mountain spring
flows into
its defloration

spring shower
darkness becomes

in spring rain
a terrible silence
held at bay

new green leaves
a terrible beauty
is born

open window
I direct a bee
back to work

season change
a bumblebee
does its part


by the gods
my life with bees

spring rain
all is forgiven
at one fell swoop

spring rain
all is forgiven
at one fell swoop

spring rain
all so intimate
without words

a reed
in the wind sounding
atonal repenitance

morning mist
the breath of another
seems to appear

my shadow
takes up the space
where i was

amateur hour
while a poet writes
the pine sighs

just like that
your miracle of being
made no more.

heaven scent in flower flow

love all over the world out of steam

all senses
piercing my brain
with day

yet again
a butterfly cheapened
by a "moment"

free world through the fog of militant benevolence

off-shore breeze
seagulls gather around

ice ages a geologist's skin

manhood under the guise of a geyser

spring draws to an end
the touch
her hands in mine

ahead of me
the drowning man
at my heels

murmuring shells
when prophecy breaks down
into static

a disintergrative dearth
her myrrh
embalms for now
the murmur
in healthy balance
hear the word
her need
(indeed only one)
she pours over 
the word
one death ends
with a word 
for its tomb
the word 'poor' always
and the word to be 
no more
among us
a word dies 
because it does not die
on her lips
of itself
the skin of words
sleep in-turning death's portal

tongues of fire
lick me back to when
i was without