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

Saturday, July 29, 2017

            exit a pale afternoon lamps of the night ferry

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 24, 2017

          dark night yes,
              lamps of a

Saturday, July 22, 2017

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

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

              or irreversible as falling i will be your double morning moon

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 

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

       a sling blade
         kind of moon
            I want it sharper

Monday, July 10, 2017

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

 (for Yamaguchi Seishi)

Sunday, July 9, 2017

      in your snow
        the white bison
           do not exist

Saturday, July 8, 2017

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

Friday, July 7, 2017

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

Thursday, July 6, 2017

          of Mount Matsukaze
             of the white pines
                 five months later


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

         on twigs
           like birds
             canary rain

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

                             this picture needs a cloud 

Monday, July 3, 2017

                    started them
                                          ten thousand flamingos

Sunday, July 2, 2017

       feed it more
        fat hands with tulips
           outer space in summer

  (for Sun Ra)

Saturday, July 1, 2017

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

Friday, June 30, 2017

       your cord in
         the machine
           at the end
             of the hall

Thursday, June 29, 2017

          Soft spills against the machine soft wide eyes wide green leaves

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

            when the boys reach down from the trees white tulips

       (for Ronald Baatz)

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

                river the
                               chain factory

    (for Yamaguchi Seishi)

Monday, June 26, 2017

        between the,  the

        water layers,  the

        very young fish

Sunday, June 25, 2017

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

Saturday, June 24, 2017

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

Friday, June 23, 2017

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

Thursday, June 22, 2017

      what red is for
        carpet slippers
           to the sea

Wednesday, June 21, 2017


                exhaustion in the side pocket green tanka

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

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

           about the windiness, screws loosen

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

       locomotive in blue haze the factory yard

Monday, June 12, 2017

           It electrified marsh curlew

Friday, June 9, 2017

platform shoes

      a squid's impossibly pink idea,  wet storm from the sea

Thursday, June 8, 2017

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

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

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

Tuesday, June 6, 2017


         mad with rust  camellias in bloom

Saturday, June 3, 2017

            this mouth mouths of bonito at sea

Thursday, June 1, 2017

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

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

          rains the blue horses drenched through

Sunday, May 28, 2017

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

Saturday, May 27, 2017

     as it matters i'm beyond the blue flower  into the ochre

Thursday, May 25, 2017


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

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

             rice cools the moonlight injects me

Saturday, May 20, 2017

        night is
         animal ears

 (for Stanford M. Forrester)

Thursday, May 18, 2017

         poor fellows crucified moans from withered fields

Friday, May 5, 2017

     breathing frost late spring

Monday, May 1, 2017

     lonely as a
       glass float
          at sea

Sunday, April 9, 2017

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

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

          the still
           fallen snow
             at sea

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

       for the crows no leaves winter tree

     we scarecrows gasp together  tonight's moon!

Monday, March 13, 2017

       oh sure..
        the sky is amazed,
         the camellias
           dutiful devout

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

Saturday, March 4, 2017


            that you're in black flower and scaly I'm paleness blinking in the dark

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

Thursday, January 19, 2017

          because it's a fire truck and a shock wave oxen drift evening

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