The Ninth

This body, a river splitting deep woods,a rushing babble over rounded pebbles.The doe lowering her head, takes drink,arching sinuous neck that reflects in ripple water.That neck in memory, fevered dreams -arching back and forth, hair whipping.Your knees bent alongside rising hips,this river splitting your fragrant wood.

White Heron

Sinuous, curving neck, full breast, long legs reach into the harbor's edge Obsidian eyes bottomless, a tunnel without end Seeking Along rocky shore, slow filling harbor a mirror capturing grace, clouds doubled, scudding across a fecund sea You strike, down, mouth agape, gasping, rippling the mirror, body shooting forward, head buried in sea and sky … Continue reading White Heron

When We are brave

When we are brave enough we are not present we are simply in a wrong moment Between key strokes and dramatic elipsing lays our raging moments, against the dying of the light And we feed our platform as it feeds on us, our bravery (our sex) is stroking keys and raging at random moments