“Alone” imagine the atomic affinities of the world these clinging particles of stuff that look like chairs or moons, that look like things that laugh and love, this vast, maybe infinite web of motions, these packets of energy that mutter and reflect upon their own protons spinning electrons off in breaths and sweat distributing themselves…

I saw myself a ring of bone I saw myself in the clear stream of all of it   and vowed, always to be open to it that all of it might flow through   and then heard “ring of bone” where ring is what a bell does —Lew Welch Down to the Bone If I…

99% Identical “All humans are genetically 99.9 per cent identical.” —Roger Highfield, Science Editor . “something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” a poet said imagining friendly neighbors working their way along that which stood between resetting fallen gneiss and granite loaves and balls fallen to each to keep their wall intact while one…

Death of Star HD 62166 & It’s Nebula Although you are distant ………….. distant                  distant                      distant I can see by your past aura against a black further distance, the most distant distance I can see by your billowing…

‘Tis The Little Things ‘tis the little things, y’ know. the way we came to inhabit a sphere ninety-three million miles from a blazing star —a few million closer, we’d be toast ‘tis the little things, for sure‘tis a little thing the way I wake in the morning dreaming a new day, such a miniscule…

Celtic Knot maybe you think I do not know maybe you think I could not be surely I am not where I go surely I am here with thee but maybe moon is nothing old maybe sun is never new perhaps all stories have been one maybe there’s no such thing as through could be everything is…

Before I Entered Time I’m not blowing smoke, nor am I a sage. It’s a simple condition: The universe may as well not have been before; in fact, “before” did not exist until I entered time. There’s not one memory I can hang a word upon before I entered time. Before was just void, as blank as…

Getting to Know You I’m getting to know you. You who came with the first Archaeon’s spark Everything was new then, even you, you parenthetical tail of vital events, you old telegraphic protoplasmic stop, you callous caboose bringing up the ends of trains of eloquent clauses, small words, grunts and final remains, you little, but lethal, punctuational dot. You…

No Address —in memory of B.D. my oldest friend has left us he now has no address or his address is now not numbered there’s no street to be remembered there’s no place that I can place him and, now ephemeral, I miss him he was a bollard I could tie to I could call…

I Crane My Neck My view is of nothing other than the black dot of Icarus hung beneath the canopy of a wax wing in a field of grey, a boy suspended by invisible filaments thinner than human hairs strung (I must assume) from the canopy above now caught in an updraft drawing the careless boy…

Drinking It All In A long way up Bray Road past the point where the first of two small brooks cross beneath it came to me in a new way that you and I are still breathing four decades after we met at the threshold of the unknown, the part that comes after now and here…

Fire . On Saturday I supervised a change of state: a pile of brush two-years high had reached the point it couldn’t wait. In our field beside the tracks where berries would be planted soon my job’s to make sure nothing changes state without intention that might need a dousing intervention with all-out sirens and…

Art Here is this tree before me whose skin is as fissured and split as the landscape of the Rockies as if a network of rivers had, for centuries, by force of friction, sculpted canyons into its surface; bark beaten by torrents of rain, dried by torch of sun, torn by whip of wind, but…

Do Top Dogs Care I place my body — life, in hands of corporate heads and engineers I am in my seat perched above a wing and through this little porthole peer. I slide my sight along its graceful lines, to its distant tip, vague among clouds. We’re far from earth up here. I know…

—“For all practical purposes a lie is as true as the bias of its believer.” —Roshi Bob Plum of a Lie If I told you a lie would you believe it? ….. Will it be a true lie? Will it ….. pierce my bias to the bone? Will it ….. meet my need? Does that matter? ….. As sure as…

Bread Upon the Water Every book just speaks, and every light just shines, and every touch just feels, and every look just finds, and everywhere just is, and every road’s a line — So, throw your bread on the water and beat your feet to the chimes and if you have a daughter and count…

Blink . . . In a blink the sun comes up over mountains sublime and the sea laps it’s rim like a pup . . . regal elms come and go . . . splayed trunks broken by blight, . . . limbs corrupt future and past together abide, winds whistle side by side, bodies…