Friday, March 25, 2011

Venus conjuncts Neptune

You will never know how many times I called out to you baby in this deluge
I  did a beat  down  in the watershed
 I
 among the lichen 

 did puja    

 sustenance


           symbiosis

I  wrote your name on a piece of wakame I foraged from the San Andreas fault just before she breaks  open

I make shoes of wild nori

 I drink the tide and the seafoam as if it were a fine stout

 I will never stop loving no I never will  foolish as that may seem.

If we make our hearts hard against those who loved us we will die a dry abandoned cardboard  box  empty  &   ungrateful

How about these tides  
      ?   


      how about the birds now    quiet    as Spring arrives drowned in despair and astonishment .


  River. Swollen. Crested.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011