Wednesday, April 5, 2017

land bridges

plunge pools

separation of/in

an age of ice



Tuesday, April 4, 2017


elements of

the equinox

a chaplet of elevens, a brace of twenty-ones

that is

a sequence

(sin tí)

“noising loud” in the  library,

dismantling an axis you turned upon

without, but survives w/in

a thin line, memory -

the spring horizon  of the third year


your yellow primrose planted late

under must, absent

shift, as pattern, earth, 

the clannish obstinence of  seed


we don’t see the drain or ditch beautiful

taking refuse, spillage


trees as Simeon’s stylus

after the first new moon

black against the grey sky, 

a close,


draft of white

while, walled,, all boughs exposed to closure