Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Riming Zen Beat Master

Know this much: Nothing’s worth 
More than having all the tea 
In China and never once having 
Sipped a single sip.


Monday, November 29, 2021

As God Is My Witness

Looking back, we see
There are many things 
One can say 
About keeping silent 
In the face 
Of unspeakable crime— 
Taking it forward 
To your grave is not 
One of them.


Saturday, November 27, 2021

Speechless Before Starlings

They’ve just dropped 
In from out 
Of the heavens 
For the duration 
Of winter and are strung 
Out murmuring along 
The three telephone wires 
Opposite the house 
Like notes of a musical 
Score—no, something more like 
A long discrete succession 
Of commas taking 
Up every available space, 
Leaving no room—period— 
For words capable 
Of fulfilling 
That imminent,
Bewildering air. 


Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Haiku: Wanderlust

Itch to find yourself 
Elsewhere the moment you set 
Your footloose feet there. 


Thursday, November 18, 2021


Poetry is that 
Power which keeps 
Withdrawing while staying 
Ineffably within 


Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Supplicants Before The Slopes Of Mt. Ithome

Though almost drained of the will
To persevere, take notice— 
This steep rugged holy mountain an ancient 
Blind bard once described as “ladder-like” climbs 
In rungs to where the air is still 
Alive with daemons 
And spirits 
Who have not yet exhausted 
Their last breath to help you 
Ascend there. 


Sunday, November 14, 2021

How To Begin Your Day, Vassal

Preoccupied only 

With observing how 
That nameless red- 
Breasted twittering 
Little bird has perched 
On a limb of the strawberry 
Tree in our good lord’s garden 
And is nibbling away 
At just those berries ripe and fit 
Enough to be set before a king. 


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