What does seeing the light mean?Being enlightened? Seeing a visionNot made of my own seeing? The face of God in the darkLeft behind by the rays of the sun? Seeing Gandhi wearing a monocleOn an Indian carpet during meditation? Leaving the body briefly? No, no.I […]

I You are coming down the stairs my son.And I can hear you.You see the light come from beneathThe kitchen door. You know I’m up. I’m already there with you in mind.I want to run out and exceedAll my previous limitations;To fold you in my […]

1.My first-born daughter’s bald head crownedin the slate room before dawnthough hours would climb down the stairs of my bodybefore she emerged whole, glistening.In high school she would dye her long hair blackbecause being blonde was overrated. 2.The second daughter shaved half her headwhen the […]

I could love you once then let you goalive in a life I cannot keepbut I’d rather burn than die that slow. Your hair, your breath, your eyes I knowfrom another time, some quantum leapI could love you once then let you go. A hundred […]

Sometimes in summer we waketo their high-pitched choruscarried across the rope of sleep.Night sky abates and becomespasture, becomes singing–horses stir and rustle,the moon’s white fangs piercechinks in the barn. When you tell me you listenedto a pack in full daylighttake an animal down, bone by […]

Thanks to the many well-wishers who have provided me with support and encouragement during the past five months of surgeries and treatments. I’d like to refer everyone who is going through any kind of personal tribulation to Martin Turner’s blog site (linked here), which has […]

SPRING CHURCH BOOK COMPANY is going out of business and owner Britt Horner is “winding down” to “concentrate on my garden and my reading–and our new granddaughter, Quincy.” SPRING CHURCH sells POETRY and has an inventory of older books, which may not be available online […]

You send me letters, the wisdom of Black Elkthe Dakota elder. Point to the scarsthat have accumulated on my skin. Then pointin the four directions. Leave me spinning. I tell you, my grandfather was a man of two skins,a survivor of a collision of worlds. […]

The rain weeps rust through summer heat,calls out its praise for greenery. “Who,”I ask, “is my inventor?” Scarlet shreds of paper light Hold me in this double space Read me into asteriks Snow or star or * One frame of reference * One burnt-up meteor […]

In 1946, my aunt from europe,who was living in treblinkawhen it was liberated by russian troops,came to america, married abakery and cooked stuffed cabbage soupwith cheap fatty flanken which lefthuge bubbles of strong flavored fatfloating, separating, joining. when my aunt from europe got rich,she used […]