In Germany
love
decorates windows
with ribbons and branches
Town squares resurrect Spring
with Maypoles:
A fertility rite
older than written words. [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Walking Among Ancestors
I am vanishing with Lake Hodges
Five years of drought and fire
melts water into clouds
grinds dirt into dust
blows tracks from trails [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Appropriate Withdrawal
Fatigue
tackles the fittest flowers
Blossoms
turn inward
Petals fold
compress
color
into perfume [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Remind Me
Remind me
it’s a larger room
than the beam of light
exposes
Remind me
who is behind the lamp
what interest they gain
when I forget to look [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Angry White Man In My Mirror
Angry white men
make my pale skin crawl
taking ugly mug shots
under shrouds
inciting walls
burning their black savior’s cross [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Development
A sign is posted
mountains vanish into clouds
billowing houses
[Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Brexit
Goodbye Great Britain
you unchained the bulldog on yourself
never before in the history of Empires
has so much been owed to so few
Goodbye Great Britain
“Bottoms up,” to glories past:
armadas sunk
invasions thwarted [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: The Empty Bench
An empty bench
listening waves
meditating trees
contemplating river
An invitation
to pause
streaming video [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Report
It’s time to leave
when guns grow on trees
orange blossoms cut down
Kiss the dream good night
alarms set
locked in gated housing [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Pilgrimage to RAF Brüggen
I had to fly to RAF Brüggen
to find an olive branch
for the country of my birth
talking itself to death
I had to travel to Germany
to see runways
outflanked by forest
munitions planted
in fortified bunkers frozen by Cold War
carpet bombed by meadows [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Hijacked
A madman
has taken over the plane
forcing sheep
in business suits destined for Germany
to fly from Vienna to London
where they are herded
into Heathrow’s overcrowded stalls
for half a day
If they have 25 pounds
it will be sheered from their coats
for a bottle of water
and greasy bread crumbs
said to be fish [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Getting Away
Flying back in time
to a man who grew out of himself
Knocked about by turbulence
until he passed through security
traveling lightly:
No baggage to search
nothing to declare
no allegiances to profess [Read more…]
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