feng shui

(exerpt part II from anthology)

I woke up this morning with the same empty pit that gnaws at my stomach.

On the opposite side of a backward-orientation, I pretend I’m still sleeping.

The elevator slowly moves to the 5^th floor and jolts for a split second. As I loose my balance, I am saved from the inevitable motions that propel me through the day. 

As the lift continues to move, my brief reprieve has vanished and I exit into the last waking days.

an unknown truth

“I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.” 

-Flannery O'Connor

Tectonic

shifts

concave

(exerpt from an anthology of poems I'm putting together...)

I can spend hours, days, months trying

Slip outside of skin

I manage otherwise

To live outside

I can make mountains

I can concave

I am uncertain as to weather this whether

I am stuck

Like sticky mud that catches shoes

Suctions off to leave struggling

Balancing with an exposed white, cotton sock

Like a topiary labrinth

Where hedges grow around

Open paths

A constant: crossed wires blur

And never ending waves of static become the august of this canto

           

transient

Still image from 'miniature photograph' project a former student of mine made 

(paintbrush used for scale)