Where will I go with such thin wrists? Often
I watch snails crawl through bogs. I’m unable
to find such narrow roads, compass. Drunken
in the devastated paddies, scornful
of dried beans and mulberry. Silly bean!
You do not taste of clouds or caramel
or rain. I’m drunk on rain. Salt, milk between
my teeth. O love, be […]
“Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper
and she’s there.
Cry out. Do not be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament,
and let the milk of loving flow into you.
The hard rain and the wind
are ways the cloud has
to take care of us.” […]
I took this video down by the river that runs through the center of Grand Rapids, MI. Of course, in order to get me in the shot all you can see if a tree in the background … so I guess I could claim I was anywhere. Hmmm … ok, this is a […]
“friends part/ forever — wild geese/ lost in cloud” Basho.
Not all poems need explanations. Like this one. I recorded it outside the Children’s Museum in Grand Rapids, MI. The two gentlemen in the very last shot walking behind me turned and began to heckle me a bit after I switched off the […]
I am trying out a new experiment. As soon as I write a sonnet I also video tape myself reading it out loud so there is a visual to go along with the poem. The downside of this is that I am not actually familiar enough with the poem to read it right […]