Tuesday, November 21, 2017

        say something more say oxen drift through evening

Monday, November 20, 2017

             on twigs like birds canary rain

Sunday, November 19, 2017

           the tick of it
             the bright bold applause
                for her moon-da

Saturday, November 18, 2017

       or irreversible as falling I will be your double morning moon

Friday, November 17, 2017

platform shoes

            the squids' impossibly pink ideas..wet storm from the sea

Thursday, November 16, 2017

        feed it more
        fat hands with tulips
        outer space in winter
                    Sun Ra

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

         if you lent me snow and then to strangers in the town

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

       in the afterglow
         the speed of
            the 3-4-3

   (for Yamaguchi Seishi)

Monday, November 13, 2017

          river the
                        chain factory

    (for Yamaguchi Seishi)

Sunday, November 12, 2017

         let the shapes 
          escape the oars bent
            the eelgrass
               an arm's length

Saturday, November 11, 2017

         locomotive in
          blue haze the
            factory yard

Friday, November 10, 2017


      ..and, as it matters, I'm beyond the blue flower into the ochre.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

      Grey light...
      A mass of crows,
      An empty tree.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

               rains the blue horses drenched through

Monday, November 6, 2017

                        marsh curlew

Sunday, November 5, 2017

           Azulejo says Zenith I will lick you you confess the beautiful knots

Thursday, November 2, 2017

           started them
                                ten thousand flamingos

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

        about the windiness  screws loosen

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

        your cord in
         the machine
          at the end
            of the hall
               star anise

Monday, October 30, 2017

    what red is for
       carpet slippers
          to the sea

Sunday, October 29, 2017

              exhaustion in the side pocket green tanka

Saturday, October 28, 2017

           dark night yes,
              lamps of a 

Friday, October 27, 2017

       exits pale afternoon
        lamps of the night ferry

Thursday, October 26, 2017

     give me a tool tell me about the land  what will happen

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

         sometimes I
            find horses
              and blue sweat
                 from a fold
                    of the moon

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

           your neck a
              game for tongues
             at play
           your mouth
             filled with melons

Monday, October 23, 2017

         from any branch if
            I were/wished to
             bow and fly so

Sunday, October 22, 2017

     after wind
        no leaves
           but crows

Saturday, October 21, 2017

         Soft spills against the machine soft wide eyes wide green leaves

Friday, October 20, 2017

      It smells evening's oils the dots and dashes of a soft blue horse

Thursday, October 19, 2017

    that you're
     in black 
   flower and
     scaly I'm

Wednesday, October 18, 2017


         mad with 
          rust camellias
            in bloom

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

       rice cools
         the moonlight
              injects me

Monday, October 16, 2017

       or the position at which 2 dogs equal in length are the same dog barks orange

Sunday, October 15, 2017

           alone  alone as..  glass float at sea

Friday, October 13, 2017

         this mouth
            mouths of bonito
                at sea

Thursday, October 12, 2017

         a sling blade
           kind of moon
         I want it sharper

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

          night is
             animal ears

  (for Stanford M. Forrester)

Monday, October 9, 2017

         I know what waves are for these are waves at war machinery

Sunday, October 8, 2017

        between the, the

        water layers, the
        very young fish

Thursday, September 28, 2017



Saturday, August 19, 2017

       How sweet the grass..
        How calm a place
          To lie bird quiet

   ( for Ronald Baatz )

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

         my lips a full moon camellia her belly

Tuesday, August 15, 2017


           marsh reeds thin in the purple gold

Sunday, August 13, 2017

         say something more say oxen drift through evening

Thursday, August 10, 2017

            feel the noise flutter by morning fog

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

         what are fingers 
           mine have flown
              ten thousand cranes

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

    as if this planet
       if this autumn 
           night in summer

Monday, July 31, 2017

          afforded a choice of smooth or rough, fat or thin,
               I've taken the path that makes moonlight
                   most difficult to collect, to bear, to believe in

Sunday, July 30, 2017

         when you rise up when you lie down the tides in between

Friday, July 28, 2017

           burned fields
             men move slowly
                  after dark

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

       night is a long time it seems the moon too is careful

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

         as aware as you apricot Chi Pai Shih 

Monday, July 17, 2017

        tuned then to the minds of geese the strained eyes of dogs

Sunday, July 16, 2017

        a man looks a cow and sad gourds on his back

Saturday, July 15, 2017

      the dogs are here..
       undoing the red knots
         from my face and neck

Thursday, July 13, 2017

        rouge on fog the night fishery 

Sunday, July 9, 2017

      in your snow
        the white bison
           do not exist

Thursday, July 6, 2017

          of Mount Matsukaze
             of the white pines
                 five months later


Tuesday, July 4, 2017

                             this picture needs a cloud 

Saturday, July 1, 2017

      ......there's nothing but  birds,     
     bad news and a beatnik
           girl's gold teeth...
     hey, thanks for asking, Marilyn

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

            when the boys reach down from the trees white tulips

       (for Ronald Baatz)

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

        have the late shift touch them up the clouds

Sunday, June 18, 2017

       moonless widowed osprey  the fog

Thursday, June 15, 2017


           flower little bud I will die with beauty in my one good eye

Thursday, June 8, 2017

          in summer grass is a small child is a small tube of soft snow

Thursday, May 18, 2017

         poor fellows crucified moans from withered fields

Friday, May 5, 2017

     breathing frost late spring

Sunday, March 26, 2017

          the screens
             the dark dark
               glow of the men

Friday, March 24, 2017

        all life
            the marsh
              dogs' eyes

Friday, March 17, 2017

           in the air a junkie's drawing starved limbs petals falling

Thursday, March 16, 2017


    P.P.P.S.  Smaller. Stronger. Smarter. Likely to take to the trees.

     in the blue cottage an addict at a table drawing in the air

                       the sudden rain
                        does not cool him
                         enveloped so

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

        the night is done.
        even his mouth at my breasts
        cannot hold the tears

Saturday, March 11, 2017

      from what cheerless thicket ruptures this agent of Love?

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

          my grief on the wings of geese returning

Friday, March 3, 2017

          whet the blade in Basho's pond sharp old water

Monday, February 27, 2017

        so near the
         forest's end
          I'll stay till
            art decays

Sunday, February 26, 2017

     what blush there was when peonies wheeled the barrow with i abloom inside

Saturday, February 4, 2017


        gone by
            tin boat winter

Tuesday, January 31, 2017


       exits the erotic coat with the fingers pale afternoon

Saturday, January 14, 2017

       i accept the blame
         i've melted the sword
             ..and taken the horse

    (for Leonard Cohen)

Friday, January 13, 2017

      you are dear dead dogs,
        sucked in two nozzles
          and a vending machine