November 2015

without the moon through a window

in darkness
the ebb and flow
of vision
midnight tide
the tug of the moon
on my eyeballs
all the elms
leaf through once more
tales of loss
moonlit street
here too
I am
other
beyond
usury—
bird song

iv drip from a klein bottle

ever a moebius strip tease

facebook time
each day stretches 
into two

light lessens in half-lives

wind-tossed tern
waiting in the wings
what is to come
word by word
breadcrumbs
of no return
breath forget
slow infolding
night
musty diary
the you who now 
no one knows
ancestral grounds
playing fields of mist
with the dead
with this moon
forever is lost
in the moment
as one
hearts of darkness
beating drums
midnight tide
the tug 
of the moon

long white cloud of self unknowing

rere tuatahi
ko aku kupu 
toku ohooho
 
first flight
my words are
my awakening
swan wakes
foreshadowing
cross shadows

retaliate a tale again retold

come, O dogs of war
pave deserts and boulevards 
with our eyes and teeth

left without another cheek to turn 

friday thirteenth
terror remains captive
in human hearts

mother martyr to the fecund dark

oiling the wheels of the tide

war against my better nature

charting stars
I learn once more
how to howl

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