on the wall of flame
after all these years
still trying to hang a portrait
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, photography, poem, poetry on May 25, 2019| Leave a Comment »
on the wall of flame
after all these years
still trying to hang a portrait
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged daring, fire, fool, poem, poetry on May 6, 2019| 5 Comments »
wearing my best
white paper gloves
to play with fire
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, poem, poetry, transcience on February 7, 2019| Leave a Comment »
all its life
it never knew
it could be so bright—
this log just before
it’s ash
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dark, fire, light, peace, poem, poetry, warmth on January 4, 2019| 5 Comments »
Beside the fire, inside
the dark, and lost amidst
the tide of thoughts,
there is a momentary warmth
that steeps into our every inch
and make us doubt
that we could ever feel
sharp cold again—
the mind, thus warmed,
forgets to quarrel and simply
nestles closer—and the dark itself
comes nearer by and we
lean in together.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dark, fire, light, marcus aurelius, poem, poetry on September 30, 2018| 3 Comments »
A blazing fire makes flame and brightness out of everything that is thrown into it.
—Marcus Aurelius
Let me be fire.
Let everything
ignite me.
Let the whole world
be kindling.
I’ll take all fuel.
Let me flash.
Let me flare.
Let me make brightness.
Give me the dark.
Let me blaze there.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, letting go, poem, poetry on January 21, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Praise the tree as we throw
its branches into the fire,
the needles once green
now brilliant, now ash,
and praise the flames
that consume. Praise
the small hands that
toss the old boughs
and the squeals as the blaze
blazes higher. Praise
the empty space
in the room where all
we see is absence
of tree. Praise the darkness—
that canvas for light
that invites us
to find in ourselves
something to burn.
It’s a cold world.
What are we willing
to offer?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, inner strength, poem, poetry on November 11, 2016| 2 Comments »
In seasons of cold
when we can no longer
pretend it is warm,
when we can find
no fire to gather around,
it is then we notice
the invitation
not just to rise up
but to move
through the cold
and to find
in our own momentum
that inner fire,
a fire that outside forces
can never extinguish—
and though the darkness grows
in this season,
we grow, too,
our fires burning hotter,
more brightly,
the harder,
the stronger we go.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, inspiration, poem, poetry on September 5, 2016| 1 Comment »
years before the fire
the match in your thoughts—
what isn’t tinder
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, memory, poem, poetry, smoke on August 19, 2015| 2 Comments »
years ago the wildfire—
this morning in my hair
faint scent of smoke
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apology, darkness, fire, poem on February 16, 2013| 5 Comments »
in the vein of WCW
I’m sorry
I let the fire
go out.
It was so
starry.
So dark.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged emptiness, fire, gift, haiku, poem, poetry, prometheus, sun on September 28, 2012| 3 Comments »
I too, stole fire.
I, too, waited daily
for the eagle.
*
Just one piece of sun.
That’s all I wanted. After all
everything is broken.
*
It did not look
like a gift, the devouring
from the inside out.
*
Only clay after all.
But we’re more than that.
Ask my liver.
*
It never once
looked over its shoulder.
Brown wings blocked the sun.
*
I’d almost say
I came to like it. Could you
understand?
*
Isn’t it funny
I can’t remember now
the color of the eyes.
*
Tonight so full
the moon. It can be so lovely,
emptiness.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fire, immensity, odds, tanka on November 25, 2011| 1 Comment »
our fire may be small
but even
a small flame
holds back
the night
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, fire, song, synergy on October 10, 2011| 1 Comment »
Beside the fire
a man begins
a rhythmic
drone
and another
man is roused
to song
and another
and another
+
I can’t say
where it comes from
the urge in me
to sing
along
but
soon
I too
become
night
music—
not a
woman
+
but the shape
of song
that belongs
more to all
than any
one can
make
like how
seven sisters
constellate
*these 84s, 84-character poems, are part of a new series on synergy, the sixth power of the universe as outlined by Brian Swimme. It refers to a synergistic relationship that gives birth to causal factors in the universe that would not otherwise exist. It shows the ontological power of relationship.

