19x24” ink painting yellow ochre and black

Green beach

untitled poem

 (untitled)

Remember when divinity needed someone extraordinarily
beautiful in every way to slip into, to sort things out?
Remember when talking with the animals
was as natural as ordering Starbucks? It’s true,
it used to be so, and may be again;
if you join those who believe
it’s waiting, just past
the latest veil. 

Old Poem, Slight Edit

 Octopus

There’s an animal with copper-based blood,

whose epidermis flows with flashes,

flowered bursts, revealing the life within.

If man and woman is synthesis

of every creature, a hierarchic piece

of every preceding age built from the bank

of an ancient river—a bridge

between spirit and nature—then maybe this

one is exemplar of the emotional

just behind the mask of everyday life;

a halo, afferent and efferent,

reticulated and coursing

between the real and the dreams.

20x20” carbon abstraction

22x28” carbon on cotton

12.5x20” carbon on cotton board; semiautonomous abstraction

Jupiter and me

Cuneiform/Creation Story

poem

 (untitled)

So you’ve found yourself in exigent circumstance again,
have you? Where to be understood is a luxury,
and to be excited a bright anomaly.

What shall you ever do sweet little nothing
in the grand scheme of things?
How will you ever make it?
How will you ever really care
enough? 

19x24” blue ink painting

19x24” sumi ink on photo paper

(untitled prose poem)

(untitled prose poem)

How sad it is that humans are so fearful and superstitious—suspicious—that we treat a late poem as final epithet rather than recent attempt to step forward towards the instructor of gods and humans, torchbearer/dispeller of darkness, kinsman of the Sun, victor in battle; lion, radiant one.