Unwholesome Lungs, ©2013. Ink, wax on panel with etched glass.
Category: poems
Grow Accustomed to the Dark
Newness of the Night,©2013. Ink and oil pastel, collage. We grow accustomed to the Dark We grow accustomed to the Dark – When Light is put away – As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Good bye – A Moment – We uncertain step For newness of the night – Then fit… Continue reading Grow Accustomed to the Dark
Phantom
Through the Body Visible, ©2013. Unique digital print. Phantom All look and likeness caught from earth All accident of kin and birth, Had pass’d away. There was no trace Of aught on that illumined face, Uprais’d beneath the rifted stone But of one spirit all her own ;– She, she herself, and only she, Shone… Continue reading Phantom
In the redwood forest dense, I heard the mighty tree
In the redwood forest dense, I heard the mighty tree, ©2013. Ink on photo print.
Living on Hogi Mountain
Living on Hogi Mountain, ©2013. Ink on paper. 3. Far and near, mountains wreathed by haze, Unfolding like a sumi-e painting in subtle shades. Above and beyond, mind is calm and clear So difficult to express to those not seeking the Way. Daichi-zenji (1290-1366)
“Any fool can get into an ocean . . .”
In the Middle of the Ocean Poem, ©2013. Ink and paper collage. “Any fool can get into an ocean . . .” Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of course, Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming… Continue reading “Any fool can get into an ocean . . .”
Caution
Caution, 2013. Ink and tape on photo. A Caution To Everybody Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked. Ogden Nash
Darkness Calls
The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves,… Continue reading Darkness Calls
Crossed Apple
The Crossed Apple I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me many apples. Of every sort:Clear, streaked; red and russet; green and golden; Sour and sweet. This apple’s from a tree yet unbeholden, Where two kinds meet,— So that this side is red… Continue reading Crossed Apple
Dance Along the Artery
©2011-13. Oil on panel