Thursday, December 29, 2016


     what are fingers  \\   mine have flown
 

Wednesday, December 21, 2016


  Aleppo et al.


  offthecartsofthedeadss
  spillsallofthethemss      
  frozenawfulmouthss

 

Monday, December 12, 2016

in an alter-world


 these are your hands
     threading fireflies
 at a silent pace
     in an alter-world
 where blind replaces
     light thank you
 for your hands
     in times like this


(for Ronald Baatz)

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

 

   scroll down when you get to the ears of the chestnut stop::.....early snow

 
 (for Grant Hackett)

Sunday, November 20, 2016

  

            the hound is cold the wind is hard the weirdness

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

   

        a  horse's  eye  the  blue-green  and  orange  water  1926

Friday, October 21, 2016



              a good drying day for fish

Thursday, October 20, 2016



Sometime, 
  wind and snow
   late travelers
    white as love

Monday, October 17, 2016



       I know what
         waves are these are
            waves of war anonymous

Friday, October 14, 2016

  

     as if this planet if this autumn night

Saturday, October 1, 2016



         a leopard every growl and coarse lick

Monday, September 26, 2016

 
           shape a place for gardens
              extend the long road
             
           for blind graceful persons
                  are approaching

Saturday, September 24, 2016



           the tide gone
             out I.
                left

Friday, September 23, 2016



         peeling from the phenomenal world the hand of the last bit


Tuesday, September 20, 2016

 

             I am shaking and
             from a homeless wave
             and from dissolving
                                              in my orange suit

Monday, September 19, 2016



          and approached
            two eyes
                  at the cake-shop window
          always orange
                     always hungry

Sunday, September 18, 2016


                     in such a way ten thousand sand eels turn about
                               
                                           

Thursday, September 15, 2016

  


           only this chill-
           ed fog for a room,
           knock of tin boats

Sunday, September 11, 2016



            Lovers,
              your rouge..
                 dawn fisherman   

Thursday, September 8, 2016

  

           Azulejo barks Zenith
               by your left elbow
                   with the flying fish

Monday, September 5, 2016

moon-viewing



                    &
                       with
                            elevators
                    &
                       pants
                    &
                       more
                        pants
                    &
                        a
                         lot
                          more
                           howling

Saturday, August 20, 2016

      

       lost knocking green night


Tuesday, August 9, 2016



     oh, the thrones or
        whatever they are,
            the waves, I guess

Saturday, August 6, 2016



            a man who knows his onions points the way for Issa


   

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Nectopsyche

 
        
          feel the noise flutter  morning fog
          
             

Monday, July 4, 2016

  
         
           flushed
            dogs crying
               peonies
 

     (for Ronald Baatz)


           

Wednesday, June 22, 2016



       detail  
        fish in a net 
         colors on silk
        

Monday, June 6, 2016

 
 

            I am wading perfectly the pulling of the tide

Wednesday, June 1, 2016



        his account of love too soon you and the green hill gone

Friday, May 27, 2016

           

   blown, of course,
          a persimmon branch a
                  boat at sea

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

  

       
        a horse soft as a machine
        as a boy going into the sea

Thursday, May 12, 2016

 

        spring the setting sun
          orange on the groan-
             ing in the nets

Friday, March 25, 2016

   


            It's first spring fog real voices curlew

Friday, February 19, 2016

  


           or irreversible as the salmon falls  for a Blue Charm double


         (for Robert Spiess)