I watch the words fall

I watch the words fall

Like raindrops

On a windshield

Slipping, connecting

Forming streams

And forging rivers

I watch the words

As if they were not my own

As if they came from

Somewhere else outside me

For I have lost them once

And sometimes the fear of silence

Blinds me

So I watch the words fall

Like raindrops

As if they fall from the skies

Though they fall
from my own

Gold specked





I look into the glass

It is melting

My reflection



Like waves through my hands

A tidal wave

Everything is ephemeral

Everything is rice at a wedding

Trampled underfoot

The light refracts

With a misstep

We broke our mothers’ backs

It was a long labor

And the pangs echo

Like the end of the world

It is coming

Like a train

And like a tornado

Like the last rain

Before the flood



Morning Battle

I do not battle


In the morning

I do not battle

The sadness

Not really

My battle is

The darkness



By the dawning

There is a trumpet sound


There is a battle cry

In the silence

There is a battle drum

Inside us

While the deaf world

Is stretching and yawning

Yes, we hear the darkness

In the dawning

I can hear the birds again

I can hear the birds again

Feel the sun fill up the room

And smell the freshness of the grass

In the dew like April rain

I can feel the words again

In my pen tip quivering

Waiting for awakening

This this this

Is everything

I can feel the pain recede

Slipping down my spine like


All the mothers tell their daughters

It will be alright again.

Yes, here inside my wounded head

Resting there above my eyes

Once aching, empty, stonelike, dead

Something something

Gently rise

Years of heart sore, twisting pain

Gives way to birdsong

And to rain