meteorology

“Sanity is our power of perception kept focused. And it is an open ended endeavor.”
— Etel Adnan

Jenny Holzer, Jesse 2, 2005, Polaroid, 33 x 22 in

Even starlight, and its perceived distance,
holds darkness longer
as these new days grow shorter.
Shadows spread. It’s their time of year
and we must learn to adapt under revised conditions.

The trees have begun shape shifting through color
and through ritual loss. We leave each other
in the waning dark of morning. I make the bed,
still holding warm from our collective sleep.
Our dreams now embodied and out walking in the world.

Physicality isn’t always an obvious feeling
like love or violence or how Earth’s atmosphere
blends, eventually, invisibly into outer space.
But here, now, I want to think about low-strung colored lights,
long-distance horizons, and desire lines back home.

surrender

“Death is hidden in clocks… in my youth I chose as my motto
the ancient Latin maxim festina lente: make haste slowly.”
— Italo Calvino

HORSETOOTH, Coast Starlight (North), Eugene, OR, June 6, 2022

In between the gaps
where sunlight reaches—
shades of green extend.

Shawls of fog dampen
the moving silence.
I surrendered to Time

as the backsides of train towns
and tranquil boredom took me
closer to you and then back

home. Somewhere past the darkness
where distressed light of forests spill
into borders of thriving attraction,

I dreamt bravely. I named it joy.

5:53AM, Coast Starlight (South), Sacramento Valley, CA, June 11, 2022

a cult of one

It is necessary to permit error because information is not simply making the correct responses.
—Silvan Tomkins, from Shame and Its Sisters: A Silvan Tomkins Reader; “What Are Affects?”

put some respek on my names, February 2019, San Francisco, CA

What wildness still remains to be explored
and why haven’t I moved in that direction?
The horizon to the south cracks light.

It rained fish in Texarkana, Texas—
during the last days of December
and no one is afraid.

Imagine being actively denied
of embodied experiences.
That sense of knowing.

2014, Oakland, CA

A clause (particular and separate).

“Peach blossom has a beautiful sensual pink, far from vulgar, most rare and private.”
—D.H. Lawrence, from Sketches of Etruscan Places; “Flowery Tuscany”

June 2020, Oakland, CA

What is positive about fragmentation?

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The rest of the trees stand naked, unashamed, claiming a brighter future.

March 2012, Portland, OR

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When is it ok to stop remembering?

IIII

Crisis as a series, predictable, and, if you believe, a trick.

2012, Seattle, WA

Should I accept the end is near? Or deny the possibility in the swaying shadows?