Tuesday, September 24, 2013


dust and dirt my every entry
before life there was earth
darkest soil, planting pretense
potential coursing, gritty roots

rise up, son
i'll teach you to breathe
like the greening garden inhales
striking blue river roar
cold and contrast, engraving Eden

Thursday, September 19, 2013


someday you will know me
you'll sing all my songs
you will gasp at the colors
of the tattoos
on my arms


some words seep
down to the bones
they get past the walls 
and the locks
and the stones

some words drip
like sap in the sun
oil on head
bright on the honeycomb

some words stick 
the song's in my head
and the smile's on my face
when we talk on the phone