2025-07-08

The way to Lohalana

You’ll need this map. Take the scenic highway out to Trembling Fern, then turn north on the dotted blue line. They don’t show this road on modern maps, but you can see it in satellite view. Go to the very end; then you’ll get out and take a dozen photos, none of which will be good. Believe me, it happens every time.

(2025-07-08) 

pillow

Would that I were her pillow
to cradle that sacred head
and blot away her sorrow
in blesséd teardrops shed

(2025-07-07)

 

2025-07-07

pollutions

looking for a place to coagulate my mind

stir a steady precipitate,

form a sedimented state,

a firm cemented solid,

from elemental factors

mental extractions,

abstractions, distractions, excitations, ablations, ablutions, absolutions, dissolutions, dissipations, pollutions, collusions, illusions, diffusions, confusions

(2025-05-09)

 

 

happy places

"Go to your happy place!" they say

But my happy places all make me sad

Galleries of all I have lost

(2016-02-22)

 

 

"It's never too late to become who you were meant to be."

But my fear is that I already have.

(2016-02-22)

2025-07-03

Grief is a Golem

No matter how fast I drive, 

I can't escape from the grief. 

it flies beside me as I travel; 

it lies beside me when I sleep. 


Grief is but one of the company of phantoms that dog me.


Grief is a golem I conjure with my own hands —

hands of desire, 

ego of expectation.


The dark highway before me

will be washed clean by the deluge of my tears,

and a dawn of understanding will break over me.

(2027-07-03)

 

2025-07-02

Looking Back

I wonder if you ever found the note
I left in our flat in Somerville
folded beneath the sugar jar.
Beloved Aine,
I’m sure it began

(2025-07-02) 

2025-05-07

Latent History

Take the last train out to the highest mount

Remain three days

Eat lichen and shrike eggs

Follow the flocks through the gorge of grey rocks

Trace to the source; melodize with the spring

Then you will receive word -

Latent history foretold

Abide ten thousand years til next Spring

Larksong -- too high, almost, to be heard;

Swallows swinging low over dolomite lake

And diving into cathedraline crevices

Hear the frozen mountains' tongues proclaim 

your name in the chatter of new-thawn streams 

Moraine-enciphered rumors dispelled

शृणु - Attend! La baguette du dôme céleste 

touche le bol doré terrestre!