Category Archives: Poems from Eyedark
I am a ship to the moment. Say this with me: You are a king in front of a king, and we are living, in part, in a former kingdom. And still, someone isn’t calling. Has anyone been blessed? The … Continue reading
The Rise from Forever & a Day 1 bone 1 scratch on the bone 1 cave 1 dead crow pointed to with the scratched end of the bone 1 token 1 taken away North A building with a roof that … Continue reading
(For David Nagler) The long heavens The long exceptions Flowers in focus before the dark horizon The present that nothing could prevent As for my part… I stumble anytime I enter a room I trip over the change in light … Continue reading
I used to be in asbestos abatement, not a bad racket for a hologram to be in. Then, one day, the law enforcement came along and it was conscious love against the aging all over again. King David was quoted … Continue reading
Borders from frogs rivers from frogs Egypt from frogs… Do your hands take the place of frogs?
glass eggs in a drifting landscape and I
are drawn by salt in
the mirror to a nurse in
tolerant white Continue reading
A God who is still making up his mind buys a lot of mirrors is hoping for a snow day or at least some time to sit around and read. A God who is still making up his mind doesn’t … Continue reading
an owl rang out⎯shimmered⎯then awoke.
…so light is healing itself of the when in the well; In the well, Eyedark, a moon state of lunatic clear sounds, emerges.
Barely enough room for me and the sky on her tiny shoulder. Published by Joshua Beckman‘s 811 Books
Seeking an immediate response I tell her we are salted with fire. She said nothing all night… Then, because it was cold, I told her The police and slaves have made a fire Beneath the laurel tree. And it went … Continue reading
A small boy lies impaled on a wrought iron fence. This is no kind of dream. He knows he is there, he can feel it.