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



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



"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


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 -


canon beach, oregon