Tuesday, December 8, 2015


*Originally appeared in the Light Ekphrastic*

"Death is acommin in
                                    and mocks my loss of Liberty"

63. The Tree
Cast a shadow over villages
made into the face of the moon,
a tree impervious to seasons, to death,
a pile of limbs, no dent,
in its cradle of branches,
a man, sap marks his blade,
blood, sweat, aching steel,
folded and sharpened by fire,
absurd Wu Gang chopping,
chopping still;

an impossible task.

39. Daphne
my fingernails
                        now leaves before the night

for winter

tho earth may dry and crack

my roots
sink deep
                        shall never die

52. Lust/Chastity
a chase
a tragedy

the word once spoken is law

an oath
an apology

46. Genes
Bay Laurel:
of the order Laurales
of the family Lauraceae
of the Genes Laurus
of the species L. nobilis

5. Chastity/Lust
an anachronism
an image

works written for the page

a relic
a wreath

18. Apollo
By her limbs
                        I have wronged

yet I will not learn
but yearn
through an arrow
and in so doing

tho the earth may pass before my age

I shall
not want

                        shall not be sated

36. The Moon
Madcap, the 64 signs
hear tell of the rabbit,
lives on the moon,
there, he pounds the medicine
of the earth,
in the lunar light,
for the coming age,
the luster, holy water
reflected in
Buddha’s pail;
a body never burns.

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