Loose Change

Perhaps we'll find

the things we 

lo(o)se

in the liminal 

(s)

p

a

c

e

(s)

in-between.

Poetic L/edge

I'd like to walk more on the poetic l/edge between 

     yes and no, 

         meditation and mediation,

                    I'm familiar and you're strange. 

(Inspired by the wily Harlequin.)

Threshold

Nancy writes herself
into existence
as her body
goes away.

Story beckons
through the threshold
of death borne again.

Fellow Traveler

I have watched you
romp
with flaming fury
for long enough to ponder
how the knight leaves
the chessboard well
and gently turns
to the dragonfly
at dawn.

(... and in that gilded backlight,
new life begins.)

Immaculate Conception

It is tempting to think of the camera
as objectivity in a box
exposing real things to light

with no body in particular
behind the lens
prodding, guiding, clicking
turning, moving, framing

miraculously conceived images
without echo
of some active body within
a very particular somewhere.

K/Nowhere an Exile Returns for Not

Now deep in the abyss of uncertainty,

      I let go of the frenetic world that seduces

           from a healthy distance

      while dysappearing presence cripples

           the open embrace of embodied chaos.


There is no certain place to turn here,

      no objective lie that rises

           above the fray,

      no ebbing body ably hiding

           unforsaking absence.


Between here and now

      I feel the not that composes

          within ailing silence

           a new refrain of freedom:

                                    I am a critical body.

                                    Now here, I live on.