The Anima Mundi in New Year FrostThe first deep frost of the yearwe walk to the second gate three kilometres at mostmy boots don’t always hold meso unstable for a split second on the ice but the light is perfectwith multiple shades of blueand white caught by the lakeand the distant mountain topssnowless clear as…
“Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter…the spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. And…
From The Poetry Garden 3 Here is the third visit to the Poetry Garden. My friend Matthew in San Francisco has a series of YouTube presentatations made out in the Wilderness, near the Yuba River, I think, in the Sierras of California, called The Rheomode Series a YouTube playlist. One of my poems here is…
Moment of Grace Between gulps of coffee and groans About the fuckup with the keys last night My eye catches Through the small cottage window The struggling form of something. All around the garden Bits of debris, molded leaf, Some shredded particle of Turkish straw From the repaired thatch-ridge, Or small feather that lined A…
The Hug of Gaia 