I am a gypsy forest for you.
With a band of feral animals behind me.
We will make noise,
the good kind.
The kind that will be heard.
The kind that saves.

And you will rouse,
you will find, 
you will remember,
you will return,
you will abandon,
you will jump into the river,
with your brothers and sisters, 
under a new moon.

From the archives, c. November 2006



In language, a ladder
In silence, a window
In music, transcendental sky
In the heart, a wheel
to make a circle,
to make eternal
the other 3.


Volver +

Cuba, y tu
Photographs, plastic toy cameras
and one little boombox
(En el sol)
they will do

Galapagos in this lifetime,
me prometistes
Blackberry on my palm,
footsteps beneath your feet

Dated quietude, el mar.

Recuerdos de sueños
sunshine for shadows
What remains~
but for me to collage together
all that we never did do.


Of Animalia, Of Nature.

The animal on the inside,
the one that won't fail
to pull me down
these snowy, mudslide hills
by its scissor teeth

No photography
no astrology
no genealogy
no more topography

To what kingdom, what phylum,
what class do you belong, animal?
To whom do you belong?
Kingdoms, phyla, classes, distinctions blur
as you tear me apart.

This sunshine, white on winter
This Vivaldian savage scene
This expulsion of mundanity
This crimson shimmer on horizon, animal,
You and I,
Dolorous dancers in a mutual dream.

MLK Jr. 1929- 1968

“We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now.”




Where have you gone?
Under trees' dresses
Lost in a forest

Waves break on the cliffs
Where I last heard you
Where I still stand

Bury me with your bones
If I can't know where you are
Then let the violent waters
be my home.



Riot, oh my riot heart.
Suddenly, in the midst of the torrents
I heard nothing
and ceasefire commenced.
But I long for your rubber bullets,
pounding on the shields of the weak,
the ordinary folk who couldn't 
beat their own heads without passing out.
They could never withstand 
black holes of repulsive dreams
or 14 years of deserted rain.
They can't imagine welcoming 
a standing ovation of pain.

I need you, riotous storm.
You, singing alongside tornadoes,
flying through caverns of canyons
of chaos.
You, endemic magic,
dusting everything with infection.
You, like a bored lover, 
you leave without notice,
without thought,
without me.

Now, with emptiness, 
now, lost.
No violent night, no delirious refrain.
Now, facing inescapable, leaden time 
while I wait for you again.