“Black Lives Matter”
is heard
from a chorus of voices
in a protest in the street.
“All Lives Matter”
someone screams
from a car rolling by
on the street,
in denial
that Black Lives Matter
wouldn’t have come to be
if All Lives Matter
had ever been a reality [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces : Double Edged
If a severed leaf
can dance in machete wind
both blades wield edges [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces : Carnival Season
It’s embarrassing
to be an American abroad
when Trump vomits swastikas
on covers of European newspapers
It’s always carnival season
in Washington: [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Home Grown Terror
Half-cocked
hiding behind a shirt
hollering, “US MILITARY”
brandishing a shotgun
at poetry
The point-blank verse
must have struck a weak spot
in his Kevlar chest [Read more…]
Vertigo
Spinning a web,
a wisp, a hair, a thread,
flings from her matted head
spinning, spinning,
nauseous with terror,
I watch helplessly
as her skin
slides along that sliver that binds us. [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Flamingo Exodus
Mountains swoop down
into clouds
Tributaries rain salt into lakes
Feathers of empyrean pink light
falling on water
Flocks of muddied footprints [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Acoustic Shadows
Outside:
Day breaks
in the bureaucracy of noise
A cacophony of officials
from institutions
environmentally dispersing
analgesic disturbances [Read more…]
America Was Great at One Time?
Making America great again
sure sounds like something worth doing.
But the word “again,”
implies that America must have been
great somewhere along the line –
and when I run the feasibility of that
through my long-active mind,
having not been deaf or blind
in my time,
a couple of questions come to mind,
on the fly. [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Primitive Self
A man gazes up
Out of coyote’s fixed eyes
Howling run over
[Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Tree Killers
Non-indigenous
invasive Eucalyptus
Sun blind transplants
seduced by lightening limbs of shade
Arid soil
shallow roots:
Top heavy killers [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Vespers of Light
Lampblack evening –
The naked I
sees stars
reflects dusty halos:
Whirling leaves
severed from night’s
illuminated book of hours [Read more…]
Geo-Poetic Spaces: Black Mountain Night
Black Mountain spills
onto streets
muffles daylight’s overheated engine
Rolls head on
into empty filling stations [Read more…]
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