Friday, December 29, 2017

        a head fullof tears the tea-colored rain turns the road mud

Thursday, December 28, 2017

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

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

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

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

      I'll fall between your legs and love you you create the snow blindness

       peeling from the phenomenal world the hand of the last bit

Friday, December 22, 2017

     only this chilled fog for a room only the knock of tin boats

Thursday, December 21, 2017


       in the face
          a mask
       in the head
          a mouth
           a moth

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

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

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

       a leopardess every growl and coarse lick

Friday, December 15, 2017

      wind and snow
       late travelers
         white as love

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

         from what cheerless thicket ruptures this agent of Love

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

      shape a place for gardens
          extend the long road

       for blind graceful persons
              are approaching

Saturday, December 9, 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

Friday, December 8, 2017

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

Thursday, December 7, 2017

           my lips a full moon camellia her belly

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

                                                                                 rouge on fog
                                                                                    the night fishery
                                                                                       lover lover

Saturday, December 2, 2017

           in your snow the white bison
                does not exist

Friday, December 1, 2017

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

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

         spent fields after dark men move slow and smoke

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

        what are fingers mine have flown ten thousand cranes

Monday, November 27, 2017

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

Sunday, November 26, 2017

           night is a long time even the moon too

Saturday, November 25, 2017

           when the boys reach down from the trees white tulips

       (for Ronald Baatz)

Friday, November 24, 2017

        a sling blade kind of moon I want it sharper

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)

Sunday, November 12, 2017

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

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

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

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

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

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

    as if this planet
       if this autumn 
           night in summer

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

         as aware as you apricot Chi Pai Shih 

Sunday, July 16, 2017

        a man looks a cow and sad gourds on his back

Thursday, July 6, 2017

          of Mount Matsukaze
             of the white pines
                 five months later


Tuesday, July 4, 2017

                             this picture needs a cloud 

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

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

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

          my grief on the wings of geese returning

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