March 2014

moon blossom —
another bull shits
its aha

autumn harvest —
a demi-god sucks life
from its source

birth scream!
the soft susurration
of a cannula

a fetus
in all its fury
swims its wake

nothing
can image now
what remains

blood shimmer —
the necromancy
of old tides

within
a stillness stalks
the shadows

splitting the scales of sky homebound waders

lenten reflection —
dusk smudges the horizon
into the garden

rustic morn —
from suburban oaks
leaves unleaf

the light
enough of it now
to be a tree

bloodbeat moon —
a haka breaks down
resistance

bloodbeat moon —
ancestral visions writhe
through the rap

nevernight —
somewhere a bird calls
or not

no birth cry
from the surgical bowl:
bitter spring

autumn decay . . .
I measure the half life
of her smile

almsgiving —
solar panels reflect
the night moon

from beyond
a candle flickers
with beyond

autumn dawns —
all the absence
still to be

wind change —
morning passes by
belly up

Gaudete Sunday —
the ciborium so full
within the darkness

summer idyll —
a wild strawberry bobs
on her belly

after love
moonlight blurs
our edges

star stream . . .
the road within
darkens

leftover
drone of cicadas . . .
shopping mall

river fog . . .
the heart of darkness
overspills

autumn sky
darkness enters
the leaves

death march!
first quarter moon
in autumn

pre-born moon —
the sea swells up
in darkness

hush . . .
a leaf is loosening
its grip