Poet Tree

The ghostly gnats that drift in the slant sun Like electrons in silicon, these are My assistants, to help me understand  The world is much l...

People of the invisible: rejoice  We are here now together In this white sun That burns away the ages of grief Of trying to see what is not ...

The Basenji sent the message in her own Morse code. It went into the plasma, like a wireless wave Straight to our ether-tuned antennae,  Bac...

How could it be no one's noticed before Each scintillation on the water Is a being, who communicates joy In being seen, moving on our ke...

The souls in dark places are part of us, Can't wake up with us, without a dragon light On their cigarette. They've been stuck here E...

The reality I had agreed to Lasted til I fell asleep,  When everything happened, the lack of forms  No detriment at all, Like I was falling ...

The windows are blue. The steam is like clouds. Mountains rise white in Buena Park. The snow came in from the Pleiades  To say how far away ...

The curvature of stars  Is in the planet center; There is no other way Than inside,  What you believe And make real, The rainbow volleyballs...

You don't want it           to be so,   but no amount of                     love              you give   you don't                 ...

The voices          in this conversation Are all the same                   you As the one opposing                them,         all laughin...

The cool wind on my skin      is a thought in another realm At a higher turn of the illusion,      where philosophes of wind Posture and pos...

The intelligence of the sand         holding all current                       in crystalline                        magnification, Shifting...

"The greatest of teachers won't hesitate to leave you there by yourself chained to fate." - Ed Kowalczyk The mind plays       ...

Raindrops on pansies in full morning sun As the equinox groans its scale bellows And new gold overtakes yesterday's grey. Varieties of y...

I'm far more that flower than my face, As this cricket sometimes needs to be  A fairy with a wand -- Identity  Is that which metamorphos...

It is nothing that is the creation As if just for women Because their hearts are too large. Men of prayer put up the veils With upmost care ...

You've got it all wrong, Ezra replied, Walls embossed with ideas, Buildings made out of words, Statues still enough to be kissed Are far...

Form is an endless work of art When I have no self to speak of, So I follow the monks In black robes with brushes Whose every stroke is a ca...

Choose your silence carefully  — It will be remembered In the leaves of the trees As the birds and dogs bay. The crows look for what you hav...

My silence curses me, The shame truth hides behind, Deeply offensive to the universal mind When dealt as the superior hand The other player ...