Sunday, March 1, 2015

Wait until now
reflection of the moon
flies home to here

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Where'd you go my Island
child
(Remember when I told you
we lived in ancient rome)

They probably created a goddess
for you


Friday, February 27, 2015

The poet is someone
who has lost her way
in the forest and
hacks her own
Athenian path

(she grows her own trail,
grooms her own mountains
to grow strong and tall
she makes the ground fertile
with her own bodily fluids

so trees can grow as her
pets)

This stargazing wild poet-woman
cannot be owned
does not bow to any state's laws

She is beyond even her own
wisdom

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Things only me and
her and the mountains know

(he just utilizes everything
to let his poetry flow)

Dreams of the images
she instigated in his
mythological mind

Absentia of the narrative
her magic is only reflective

simulacra of
poetica

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Athena Little Feathers

With your wolf
spirit

And your mother's
heart

And your father's thunder
I will love you

And  make your children
prosper in these
beatific
mountains

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Someone to be
Shamanastic with

(Remember the times
we didn't spend together)

The life we wished upon
(nights we slipped under the
charms of spells
dancing around images
of spirits we saw rising
beyond ourselves)

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Yes it's true I led
my horses through
that winding mountain pass
with a little stream burbling
down its rocky crags

and it did indeed whisper your
name to me
and the crow crawed it
even louder

and that same great black
creature followed me down into
the plains,
all the long bitter way

until it landed in a sunlit prairie
and I'll be dammed if
that weren't the perfect
place to make
camp,

and if other wild horses didn't
come and join mine,
and in the spring I planted crops

and all the long while I have prospered