Fog walker

fog walker 
the millipede’s carpet 
of legs

hot hike

wearing my halo 
of poison

Spring Mountain (renku)

spring mountain snowdrifts rotting in the sun old coyote scat mouse bones in mouse fur petrichor the dry skin of … More

moonlight

on my bed
winter dreams​

gall

When I was a Buddha, my radiant body rang like a bell.

a gall wasp’s
empty oak apple
gone to seed

wind-sculpted snow

my caravan
of one

I dreamed the angel of death was a bland functionary

who kept giving me forms to fill out.

A small box of leftover parts

from all the broken things I tried to fix.

Walking in the snow,

one feels at times barely tethered to the earth.

A face in profile

is like a folded wing. A sleeping face is a dry riverbed with the faint sound of water somewhere below.

Lay me in a fist-sized hole

feathered with rime.