The truth is there is no truth. But I move forward singing my song, and the roads tell me of the many they have seen pass in this century of people without a country. (“Exile” 284-5) Pablo Neruda from World's End     In his last written work, pu… more »

  WHAT THE PLEASURE MEANT   It came and went. Your face transcribed a presence and then you split back to another continent or a radio voice familiar as your plain systems.   Woman of earth, embodied in your flesh, gardened by an arch-crea… more »

  LOVESICK LONESOME RIDE     A nausea sweeps into his illness and her dream vacates her bedtime— She gets out to save herself and yokes her bounty to sheer escape. Nobody need reckon on parody when the real purpose leads her far north, win… more »

The Climber (for my grandfather) The slow climb upward, out of himself, into the clarity of air remembered, tries his patience, bends him double, breathless, cuts, with the rungs into his… more »

STRETCHED INTEGRITY   So many images flying about. So much that staked a wizardry inclusive of our trying to find something remarkable. Not enough of all this to go around. Or too much, too much that flies off. Just wield your stretched integrity… more »

PROOF OF VITALITY   What keeps vitality intact? What more than everyone coming & going, lunging across the bow, leaping where all comes true, where each & every cell opens at last, rehearsing some vast comeback when the whole self arra… more »

                         EIGHTY                                                                                       (For Stanley Keleman)     Time has stamped each page done or turn or next and yet these can be read backwards, letters runn… more »

THE POLITICS OF THE VIEW   What does it cost to see the distant sun uncovered, wild in the desert of our hopes overall a winning descent surmise of limit, diurnal clouds covering light but farewell all told and a deep forecast, living in the… more »