The Absence of Noise

August 6, 2017

A moonless sky:
like Winter, slowly it pulls
all eyelids shut.

The earthly spirits
lie in dormant memory
and dreamless, the globe

forgets all spinning
of measured time.

Somewhere, someone
walking the periphery
of neighborhoods

dissolved in muted
shades obscuring memory
lingers cognizant,

and into Gaia’s thicket
of darkened dendrites

goes.

No. 13

April 15, 2017

Preparing my heart

on this silent spring night’s walk

for tea with a friend.

No. 10

August 22, 2016

An emanation

Of white-hot sparks on the sea:

The moon’s treadless path.

Red van

July 16, 2014

Red van

 

Untitled

May 19, 2014

“And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.”
–T.S. Eliot