Emiliano was deported
last month.
Today he has returned
and is loading plastic tubs
of cover crops
into a dented white van.
I saw a terrible crash
Out of body I was there Watching it happen Like the man on the TV I saw him shoot himself Every time I saw myself crash The smell of blown airbags Pieces of glass in my teeth I Cut teeth Still finding them in my shoes On these tender feet Weeks later Like my first […]
crows in a wheat field (for Vincent)
in Sun you are weeping dragging last bits of impasto Black across the sky beside you wheat goes on forever golden waves breaking breaking crows gather thick to one side Black like sudden tears they shudder then fly away you hang your head you do not watch them go
Mythos, Pathos, and a Lotus Flower
Baying in sylvan moonlight, intrepid eyes watch as harbingers of sound, spoken word dappled in periwinkle trust, parades flamboyantly, confidently, down horse cobbled streets. [Read More]
Sentences
Minds dip all day into words,
seining food from conversations
and roving stacks of books.
We gather, compose, revise —
slowly meaning more.
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Soil of My Soul
Deep in the soil of my soul, I am Me; gritty, earthy, and raw. The heartbeats of my children live there. As do the spirits of lost loves, the hope of eternal life, and the forgiveness that I will someday grant myself. [Read More]
Some thoughts on us, the Wheeler clearcut, and exiled Chilean poets
We are trees Falling in the Forest except there isn’t a Forest there isn’t even a tree, standing or Falling only a clear cut between a question hypothetically asked and our true answer (thank you Roberto Boleno)
Return to the scene of our baptism
A little oasis lives in the city of man,
a place insiders drink to divinity.
Their libations skim the surface bare —
lauding scapegoats, mocking strangers.
Jesus
Barefoot, transient, swaddled in rags, born in a manger. Friend to the marginalized, the lepers, the homeless. The sick, the sad, and the forgotten. Radical Revolutionary. Peaceful leader. Turn the other cheek, Give the coat off your back. Wash the dirty feet of neighbor, stranger, and friend. Deliverer of hope. Lover of souls. Healer. Without […]
What Jesus smells like
Everything he ever laid a blue-veined compassionate hand on even the one with the spear that touched Him through a shaft of wood and a head of metal many of us are built like that dense and piercing killing that we’ve only just begun to love Jesus smelled like that like unrequited love and passion […]
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