Red Earth

Crescent moon, red earth, fading light…
Hands of the ancestors extend in supplication
reach for the offerings of wildflowers and forget-me-nots.

Dia de los muertos…
exhume the memories.
To honor the dead: burn tobacco
pour shots of tequila
burn incense
have their names on lips
and remember
and remember
and remember
then release them

How do you show your respect?

A simple impulse to cut into the earth.

Melancholy words
tender contacts with experiences.
not static…instead it churns up
the next moment with or without us.

Burning Dawn

The coming rains quench
a taste of ashes when
wild flames expire.

A wave of longing
as strong as dark matter.

A vast sigh echoes across the ocean.

Ephemeral being
barely casts a shadow.

Your thoughts wander past your clit
and create combustible words
that tumble out and set
the landscape on fire.

October Day

A warm wind blows across
October and skirts
the fringes of senses
reminds me of a falling
day tasting the edges.

A young Japanese girl holds her grandfather’s
hand as she walks backwards
examining the world with trickster eyes.