Wednesday, April 18, 2018

who is this priest of the muses?

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Sythia knew the sun delighted in her


חבצלת

with sun salutations
she springs awake to day
stands to greet someone
with palms outstretched
she bows and beams

was brown and bare in sleep
now cloaked with eastern light
the desert lotus lily
of the shadow valley light
has returned to rain

yesterday distending underground
light bursts forth from sticks and stone
the doorman sees his crown
in tomorrow

and Sythia wonders how
she ever questioned would
Monsieur stay if she left
in vigil if she slept

why
for sake of love
be buried
crushed
a seed
a rose
seeing the light in her
He, a rose
forgot her not

She, recomposed in love
blooms but soon
will be leaving
again

then
will be falling
again
a sleep

--

this one is for Sythia
who had him at yellow
forsythia is an "You're Asian!" shrub that arrests my afterwinter gaze

next up in #fakeeytymologies #realnews #flowershavepowerstoo, "Hello, Boris!" ??

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

home for the weekend



the leaving behind was hard...


hard prunings   dead weight
toxic faucets   freezing pipes

kitchen privileges   family tables

i went to nyc this past weekend to be a daughter, a sister, an auntie, a mother.



...but the reaping/inheritance are overwhelmingly safe and rich. matthew 19.29

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

wait, of glory

easy i'm choked
by the portent
the fright

cede to the surgeon
cross the beam
in my eye

carry your burden
like an oxen
carries flies

take up his yoke
it is laden
with light

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

heavenly gates


pointed finger
nails
spears
pierce

the Penetrated

come
in,

He said I'll
give you shelter

in my side
splayed wide

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

of making many books

just another Philly mummer
daily getting dumber


King Thamus, to Theuth, on literacy:

"This discovery of yours will create forgetfulness in the learners' souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and not remember of themselves. The specific which you have discovered is an aid not to memory, but to reminiscence, and you give your disciples not truth, but only the semblance of truth; they will be hearers of many things and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without the reality."

// Socrates, Phaedrus

Thursday, February 8, 2018

languid days, so dull

but hey, look on the night side
the flask is half full