Embers out of the sky

    Embers out of the sky dry forests vomiting the smoke that inters your dreams swallowing the rugged mountain homes that have been here so long, turning red eyes toward the sleeping valley.   Where were we dancing when the wind first began to speak? There was a wedding somewhere, cloudless music among the … Continue reading

The Enigmas of your Brief Existence

The Enigmas of your Brief Existence   in memory of John Robert Martin       I.   In the drowned alleys of New Orleans, an old wooden stair from the rear courtyard, carrying an oil lamp past cluttered book stacks I am looking for you again.   Twenty years ago my correspondence stopped coming … Continue reading

About Dismissal

About Dismissal, For the Storm Coming In   This poetic motet began as meditation on tragedy, sparked by my daughter’s serious illness. Slowly, it became a hymn of thanksgiving for her healing.   The brooding theme and structure were inspired by the intriguing Mass for the End of Time, a compilation of medieval plainsong by … Continue reading

Dismissal: For the Storm Coming In

  Dismissal: For the Storm Coming In                                     Invocation   The sun escapes from the walls of hammered bronze in his own forge into the milder latitudes of distant thunderstorms spread along the horizon like torn sheets absorbing all the final ecstasies of his pure luminescence. A robin … Continue reading

Songbird from the Seasons of Paradise

Songbird   from the Seasons of Paradise         The Season of Forty Days   An avenue of suns, those daffodils interrupting the wild horizon of grasses, float in atmospheres of alyssum that cloudlike run on the hilltop where the firmament of irises cascades its darker blue lobelia.   The inspired brush of … Continue reading

The Ancient Teachings of the Winter Silence

The Ancient Teachings of the Winter Silence I. When winter speaks, trees with their whole concentration listen. The dreaming stars float off in nights of fog that remove the visible world in creeping veils. It is useless for a man to continue thought when winter speaks. The silence walks too loudly.   Disrobed, the scattered … Continue reading