Wednesday, December 31, 2014

My Mother's Smile

My Mother's Smile

I don't know how, my mother says
When told to smile for the camera.
The truth is, she doesn't like the way 
She looks, so in pictures, she mostly stares.
Somewhere, un gros chien noir
Walks across my grave.
Ghost of a smile, that shadow on her face.
Truth is, she is no laugher. Never was.

Friday, December 12, 2014


Fractured light
swans along the hills,
Leaps and ebbs
like feathered fire.
Knee deep in wooded awe, 
we peer into the lapis haze above.
Divine artist, roaring 
down the corridors of time
burning cold as serpent's scales,
Your hands, your brush, they crackle.
Touch you, and we burn;
Look on you, we stay.
You charm us with your song,
Asking nothing for our passage 
but our love.

Thursday, December 4, 2014



Under the moon of the fairy night
When the days are short 
And the stars are bright,
On a puff of air and a sea of red
They rend the veil
From the Land of Dead.
Before, behind, betwixt, between,
In the nether world,
They bloom unseen --
A ghost, a thought, a root, a stem,
A silent bud,
An unsung hymn.
Shake off the veil and beat the drums!
Let cymbals play, 
For angels come!