gun-shy: window-shopping for silver IV

sea-deep whispers

at night the sea surges in my room
drapes the walls in dainty foam

before i could see curls next to me

sea-deep whispers in my ear
light waves push against my chest
seep into gaps between my ribs
fill my motionless body

with the ache of a woman

who is a spring blossom
sun-ripe papaya
ammo(r) wired in my veins

 volatile to kill
extraordinary to live

a fleeting dream

until i step outside my fear
elope with darkness next time

rainy day: window-shopping for silver III

speaking shadow

"someone was there. you are on the right path" -

"kensington station"

only time is always right in rhythm -

fish eye

                                                 in the stilled fish eye
                                                 an entire galaxy -
                                                 drowned bottomless sea

concrete blue [side]walk

may full [flower] moon

"her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: 
her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting 
by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response 
to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, 
to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: 
the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm:
the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas,
her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible."

James Joyce, Ulysses

behind the bamboo fence she rose again
with splendid glory
the flower moon of may

an iguana was resting at midday

on the shoulder blades of my merman

daytime stars

daytime stars reside in shallow pools of liquid light -

"soy mexico" (i'm mexico)

the people of mexico

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                                                                                       "te quiero mexico!"

strong ankles

after all the sandful  distances crossed

my bare feet can rest at last - for now

before i head back, on my way home

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"i bow to you for the dust of your feet / is the crown on my head 
and as i walk towards you / every step i take is a blessing." - Rumi

in the frame

ice-bent disposition

sun-veiled vista

pallid leaves in these arid fields

shimmering lights

"where the land is low, water will run." - Rumi

fibonacci sequence

wondrous sound

Isn't it so, that speech starts
as a gust of wind inside the lungs,

my heart rushing skywards

in frequent audible pulses

shaping around the tongue ―

a pair of syllables, once mute

rolling off my mouth now

such a wondrous!  sound,
as I pronounce a name out loud. 

Your soft voice answering.

tree swallow

her steely-blue iridescent back flashing in the sunlight -

burning below the surface

saffron eye [sandhill crane]

two-shadow sandhill crane

brilliant radiance

# 10

sunset untitled

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# 9*

arrivals at sun's departure

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# 9

canon beach, oregon

                                                          windswept!