daddy long legs
April 29, 2011
exponential function
April 29, 2011
idea for s
April 28, 2011
another design for FOR
April 27, 2011
zig zag shelf
April 27, 2011
the first night
April 25, 2011
September 13, 1980
the first night – getting there
on Broadway
cold gray sidewalk
under warm evening glare
of cool brown street lights
shadows of leaves
confused
brown on hard blue
gray at night
moving
jumping
sudden
knowing not where to turn
shadows searching for darkness
narrow one leg
April 24, 2011
robin’s book mark
April 24, 2011
a cabin in outer space
April 24, 2011
a cabin in outer space
–midnight rave #26
it isn’t really as cold as outer space,
but that’s why it’s cold, the snow.
it’s colder than the earth
because it starts out so much closer to outer space,
and it’s cold there.
and you know,
as green and shadowy and warm as sometimes it is here,
we really are just in outer space.
a hot spot island maybe
(if you’re lucky or it’s summertime)
but still…
the sun is there,
the sky is blue,
but it’s in outer space too,
even the clouds,
they’re just near.
and nighttime?
nighttime is outer space.
daytime may be “looking in the face of your mother”
but nighttime is seeing only one thing
and knowing that you’re not it.
nighttime is naked sky
it isn’t empty
it’s full,
but there is so much space between everything
and everything is just what it is
at least most of the time
especially (in our lifetime)
stars,
and you too
are as there and as real as a star
and just as lonely
To Bill
April 23, 2011
To Bill
freedom is the gift to be alive though dead
-Anthony Towne
rumors of dead burying undead
reach me here
but do not touch,
the flags still wave
the signposts stand,
words of welcome
and love’s strange silence
hang in the air
like the puppet acrobats and clowns
in his study
rejoice, rejoice
again I say rejoice
e.e. keeps damning everything but the circus,
and the parades of life and death
keep clashing in ever larger
ever smaller circles
death to life
life to death
silence, accommodation, mediocrity
love’s passion and longsuffering
the onceness of our passing and being
the taking up and laying down
of our lives
for others
for the world
for ourselves
rejoice, rejoice
he was always passing
from death to life
life to death
many times a day
I feel so little sadness
at this latest passing
one more glory
to glory
there is so little
that needs to be said