sing or be silent

What should I say?
“Look, love
our world is this way?”

dark and spark

one dreamed a moon
one dreamed a sun

stillness assembled

And so I built a small pyramid of peace.

strike here

From mundane moments, victories that are larger in fact than in appearance.

Ful Medames

Withdrawing from the chaos – hoping it would not follow me – I turned to the kitchen, for the late, light nourishment of ful medames, an Egyptian blend of fava, garbanzo and spices.

What is and has been

I leaned into tomorrow as though I were bound to the wind

against traffic

Intentional blindness is sacrilege.

Simple Mitt

Dry on the surface, green underneath, and half a cord short.

Rijsttafel

If you travel far enough, and well enough, there is no need for a backward glance.

collision

There are points in the career of an artist where a combination of beautiful forces, like the splitting of atoms, crash together to release pure and nearly-perfect light.

the day I went away

On the day I came away
My mother was crying: oh
My sister was crying: ay
And I never looked behind

another loss

Last night the wind picked up and, as I gently dropped into sleep, it not so gently opened its mouth and blew and blew and blew.