Saturday, March 21, 2015

Naw-Ruz


Naw-Ruz
in a perfect garden— 
songs 
so great I cannot weep
words so swift I can fly

Friday, March 20, 2015

I want tanka

I want 
to be a voyager
in your heart
put my soul back 
in your hands

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

thirst during the fast tanka

heavenly rains
inundate my tongue
recalling
my childhood
I open my arms to love

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

fasting tanka


a hidden sun rises 
like a pillar of fire 
inside me ... 
on the brink of sleep 
the heat of love

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Where are you now - tanka prose

Where are you now

The last time I saw him was just a few days before he passed away. We hugged each other like we had once before. He had the scent of lilies and white roses. I know what it feels like, swimming through the stars when I see him, and I don’t need the air because I breathe him.*

undressing him
in the muted evenings
of my golden years
I can't remember his name...
love, gone like that

spring tanka


spring,
keep me away from funerals
wash Frida Kahlo's hair
come out smelling like irises
taste the moon in Lorca's eyes

Friday, March 13, 2015

I heard tanka



I heard 
you fucked it up again--
I am a conqueror
i'd rather stand tall 
than live on my knees

Thursday, March 12, 2015

headlines read tanka

headlines read:
Veterans Volunteer to Fight ISIS*
they see enemies
lifting black flags above 
Syrian cities


*New York Times

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

the many voices tanka



manic surge--
the many voices 
inside 
one voice
it all could end tomorrow 




Tuesday, March 10, 2015

born into light tanka

born into light--
I am the one that never granted 
you forgiveness
the one pretending to live 
among the dying

Monday, March 09, 2015

undressing him tanka

undressing him 
in the muted evenings 
of my golden years 
I can't remember his name... 
love, gone like that* 

Sunday, March 08, 2015

I grant myself tanka


I grant myself 
the extravagance
of breakfast--
fasting is too hard
to spread on my toast

Friday, March 06, 2015

tanka art


Jealousy tanka

when love is at a close
—Rupert Brooke, Jealousy


how is living
with a rattle snake
a funky woman
with no clairvoyance
are you satisfied


day after day
I sat with you watching
love turn to habit,
you're not what I'm missing,
indifference is all I can muster

Thursday, March 05, 2015

standing on a bridge tanka

I knew 
I couldn't get to her 
in time
she was standing on a ridge
looking out over the river

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

art is a bridge tanka

art is a bridge, 
scarcely curved, 
connecting the secret 
with the first innocence... 
I'm on the ridge ready to leap

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Labrinth- Beneath Your Beautiful (Official music video)

the body gets old and it tires tanka

my body 
grows old and tired 
on its journey 
my soul knows how it feels 
to lie in a bed of lilies

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