Day 7: Shadorma – Bestiary Shadows

oh for gods’ sake, unicorns hog all the light mystical animals get cast their way. it’s the horn, of course. as for strays consider ferrets goats, stoats, owls cows, rhinos any of these might with ease slip away, astray. but it’s cats that fill in the blank after stray. it’s the way they lick themselves,…

Day 6: Lungs

What do we really know? Rainforest lungs of the planet, and we northerners enjoined to rail against Brazilian excess here, in the temples of Canfor, Weyerhauser and further west, Macmillan Bloedel with their measuring eyes. My grandfather, too knew how to estimate, from the ground both the height of a tree and its likely board-feet;…

Day 5: waiting

in the trees, hung from a pine the rope and plank, above the root you kick to push, this same one causes you to tuck your feet up, if you’ve got someone behind you. the wheel rolls back here until time grants traction speak enough of you, no more push against the root, and lift….

Day 4: Random Triangle, Liminal Tingle

how do they decide? trees a limb skyward just so, dance geometry of balance with limbs underground we are all of different kinds, greater and lesser, canopy and understory riverine, mountain-calming, back alley priests of the enduring divine, limbs in a tangle, a liminal tingle, their random triangle resonating their lives their own the voice…

Day Three: Personal Universe Deck

Hey God! This is my personal universe? but the greatest stillness cannot be taught, and stars align as if dealt from the bottom of the deck three of spades, their names known to those who loved them who cried over their wavering sin queen of clubs, bright as a diamond onstage, singing scarlet gown ablaze…

Day 2: not taken

speak to me in must of grain-bins that willow hand left trailing, strums the fence. i never thought you’d go. same old well-trodden heartlines i chased you down a dusty driveway to tell you goodbye. you stood blinking hands full of watercans. i was leaving for the world, and you just trod on homeward. is…

Day 1: Before and After

30/30 is Back! This year, once again, the Stroll of Poets are one of a growing number of groups celebrating Poetry Month by playing 30/30 – the Challenge: write a poem a day for 30 days. DO try this at home! Here’s my first. if it is woven of anything this world is not stardust…