Lyrical December

In lyrical December,
The wind sweeps down in waves:
We walk amidst the houses huddled
Up against each other —
Just us against the weather.

Along the path, the powder stacks
In piles and in drifts:
Inside, we light the fires of
Our hopefulness, and music
Swirls around like winter snow.

There’s stew upon the stove, that we
Sit down to eat together:
In lyrical December, it’s
Just us against

The weather


Half-frozen mud, cold bracing air
A wind that makes my neck aware
That leaves torn from the tree will die
These poor gray strays who tumble by

And like the ghostly light I seek
The morn recedes behind the line
Only of chance to risk a peek
At drifting lives
Like yours

And mine


(“Aware” – 11-19-2014)

Blackwater Storm

power running raging smashing
black and silver lightning flashing
roiling boiling blank rehashing
dashing hope and quelling fire

terrifying in its splendor
all is smashed within the blender
there’s no choice but to surrender
drowning in the dark and dire

at our best, we’re insects swarming
here amid blackwater storming
pointlessly some shields reforming
upside downside lower higher

held here by the truth and hour
helpless with this show of power
just to wait it out and cower
until God declares

behind | so many veils

behind ┇ so many veils she waits ┇ he knows she does she must she does

so many ┇ perfumed rooms through which ┇ beyond the smoke of never was

he stretches ┇ xochiquetzal borne ┇ to find among the ashes there

a want behind ┇ so many veils ┇ of mad desire and


someone who loved you once

the traveled truth in back-to-fronts
like some someone who loved you once
is carved in clay and silica
a limestone twist basilica

your memories, a passing phase
of donut holes, and marble glaze,
and fissures near a mountain cleft,
someone who loved you once
then left