blessing the word with smallness

it took me a long time to understand 

my true purpose 

I’m here to grieve 

and goddamn I am so very good at it 


every morning I empty the old seed from my bird cages

and give my parakeet and my conure fresh seed

I do not throw the old seed away   instead I toss it

out on my back patio where the wild finches live

among the jasmine and the crape myrtle

tiny and beautiful   they devour this meal with gusto

like loggers going after plates of ham and eggs

And as the finches hop about   I admire them

so full of life   just like you and I

they bless the world with their smallness


my love is deeply asleep

and watching her I imagine a rose

growing in mid-air above her

living its own life and then dying

dropping its petals one by one

in a circle around my love


Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

-Alan Watts

When we discover that the truth is already in us, we are all at once our original selves.

-Dōgen Zenji

no grudges, no dead weight. this is a new day and I hope it is a fine day for everyone. may my choices be merciful and may your choices be your own.


Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

-Allen Ginsberg


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Bait the Lines

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haiku eye

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clay and branches


Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003