By the Hudson.

Canto.

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

From the archives, c. June 2009.

Liberté.

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
(Adieu)
What remains~
but for me to collage together
all that we never did do.

Room.

Silent black feather
In a darkened room
Intoxicating chords encircle you
Your low, slow moaning
Beneath my unveiled moon.

Life is Confusing at this Point. - SAMO

Miso Message.

Morning Commuter.

Asbury Park, NJ.

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.”

Mourning.

Remaining.

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


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


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