time moves differently here a pattern shifting across my wall marks the sun come in each day but i feel it less and less i remember when i was a…

  once a seed, now a mountain spell woven in word, in deed not my wish but my choosing all the same castles made with dripping sand before a great…

there’s a gillian welch song i always put on when i wake up with a certain feeling.  i hop in the car, start it up, windows down, light my cigarette…

a run in the rain, the turning point   “this mirror inside me shows. i can’t say what, but i can’t not know. i run from body.  i run from…

  your silence exists, as does my self-gathering.  hours are clearer or darker, moments collapse as they form, waves stand tall and crumble.  this is our landscape, the spaces and the not-spaces…

i dreamt last night that my house came crashing down.  this is not necessarily a metaphor.  i live in a tipi; it has crashed before and could crash again.  in…

  in a bed of black the milk moon lay stained with coal half the whole the other sinking away   fossil now a fragment fell buried ought be stone…