I. We stoop low
to the waking earth
and stand up smiling
at her unabashed holiness
II. Long gait and gaze
swinging open
into trails thawed and worn
rough, then smooth
by a working man's hands,
his stories driven deeper
than the roots of an age-old sycamore
pounded down by the
caustic fist of industry
But the land stammers,
shakes loose unassuming beauties
overlooked by all, save
two cerulean eyes
hewn from the very same sky
bending near to river water,
unmasking unworldly trinkets
in the warm rubble,
hallowing space
forgotten and trampled,
whose hands build cairns
of rocks and relics
shrines of time and questions
unanswered by the cadence
of suns and seasons
III. Like the string of a bow
in slow motion
water unfurls itself
upon the land
stretching, pushing, sculpting
undulations of energy
sinuous-vascular
ever-moving
architecture of earth
free to create and destroy
without intervention
as an unbound woman
full of power and grace
3/24/11
golden child writing
poems to burn down
into dark face paint
3/23/11
Yes, they will come
with their tanks of brine
and thoughtless culverts
They will siphon away
the dignity of your homeland
They will ship it, burn it, and
wipe the dregs from their gaping mouth
But you will not have it
They will not taste your land
Your warrior face says so
No, they will not step foot
at the sight of your furious love
3/24/11
New World Order
Calling all drones
Calling all modular thoughts and thinkers
We have here a plan
Written up right by a fine business man
Mark my words, we're all winners
If you fall right in line
and march to the beat of transglobal time
Just imagine a world united and free
With one single language
and one currency
Diplomacy died
We've no need now for war
No borders, one nation
No sick, weak, or poor
Can you picture this future
so bright and so grand?
All we need is your conscience,
your dreams and your land.
3/24/11 Four hands, One Meal
bustling at the stove
the spring air clings to our shoulders
you heat the pan, slice the onions,
and ask me in earnest,
"ziti or colored rotini?"
i chop zucchini, set plates
out with the feta, in with the kale
the ramps grow flushed
i grow disconsolate at the
thought of parting
but we are here to celebrate
even if you are late for class,
we made one fine meal
with little left to show for it
i'll get to the dishes, you get to the door
..................
we are here in the same space
with the same breath
holding up the heavens
from crashing all around us at once
with slow arms of silence
.................
fresh, inflamed
held together by word stitches
tight embraces
a young love marred
by sharp incisions
vulnerable wound
kept clean with care and discomfort
left to mend out in the bright air
to be well again and
stronger than before
.................
cold hands on a steering wheel
mind teeth chew
on kismet and consciousness
fanfaronade of summersville billboards
chortle and cough in the dark morning
a halcyon countenance
scent of overturned earth
where the hair meets the neck
furnish the hours with longing
resplendent shards of images
the heart buckles, then bursts
to the waking earth
and stand up smiling
at her unabashed holiness
II. Long gait and gaze
swinging open
into trails thawed and worn
rough, then smooth
by a working man's hands,
his stories driven deeper
than the roots of an age-old sycamore
pounded down by the
caustic fist of industry
But the land stammers,
shakes loose unassuming beauties
overlooked by all, save
two cerulean eyes
hewn from the very same sky
bending near to river water,
unmasking unworldly trinkets
in the warm rubble,
hallowing space
forgotten and trampled,
whose hands build cairns
of rocks and relics
shrines of time and questions
unanswered by the cadence
of suns and seasons
III. Like the string of a bow
in slow motion
water unfurls itself
upon the land
stretching, pushing, sculpting
undulations of energy
sinuous-vascular
ever-moving
architecture of earth
free to create and destroy
without intervention
as an unbound woman
full of power and grace
3/24/11
golden child writing
poems to burn down
into dark face paint
3/23/11
Yes, they will come
with their tanks of brine
and thoughtless culverts
They will siphon away
the dignity of your homeland
They will ship it, burn it, and
wipe the dregs from their gaping mouth
But you will not have it
They will not taste your land
Your warrior face says so
No, they will not step foot
at the sight of your furious love
3/24/11
New World Order
Calling all drones
Calling all modular thoughts and thinkers
We have here a plan
Written up right by a fine business man
Mark my words, we're all winners
If you fall right in line
and march to the beat of transglobal time
Just imagine a world united and free
With one single language
and one currency
Diplomacy died
We've no need now for war
No borders, one nation
No sick, weak, or poor
Can you picture this future
so bright and so grand?
All we need is your conscience,
your dreams and your land.
3/24/11 Four hands, One Meal
bustling at the stove
the spring air clings to our shoulders
you heat the pan, slice the onions,
and ask me in earnest,
"ziti or colored rotini?"
i chop zucchini, set plates
out with the feta, in with the kale
the ramps grow flushed
i grow disconsolate at the
thought of parting
but we are here to celebrate
even if you are late for class,
we made one fine meal
with little left to show for it
i'll get to the dishes, you get to the door
..................
we are here in the same space
with the same breath
holding up the heavens
from crashing all around us at once
with slow arms of silence
.................
fresh, inflamed
held together by word stitches
tight embraces
a young love marred
by sharp incisions
vulnerable wound
kept clean with care and discomfort
left to mend out in the bright air
to be well again and
stronger than before
.................
cold hands on a steering wheel
mind teeth chew
on kismet and consciousness
fanfaronade of summersville billboards
chortle and cough in the dark morning
a halcyon countenance
scent of overturned earth
where the hair meets the neck
furnish the hours with longing
resplendent shards of images
the heart buckles, then bursts
