Saturday, February 28, 2015

Did you have it all
what does 'all' mean, can you say?
go to sleep, still, again

Sleep under rainfalls
under mountain waterclouds
over green tree basins.

Thursday, February 26, 2015


We wear hats
Our heads are warm
though cold-colored constellations
paint peace to the third war world
Green-brown grass slips our soles
into warm waves of supple safety
the reality race of brightening blue sky

We turn sideways
The lulling sound
of diesel dainty maelströms
veil valleys in invented ebbs
While cadences cascade above
in ruby-wooded waterclouds
overjoyed to dazzle a new day

What chance expanded beauty to grief?
What coincidence speared terror for sight?
The priceless coins that drip down trees
Surprise no one – we must leave to hear
The canyon tones of love

MH // winter 2014

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Why think so sadly?
why upset the cloud-cover
when the mountains sleep?

Rest teardrops in lakes
blue, like patricia who is
faraway – content.