I Sit Beneath a Calder


–Chicago Art Institute, July 13


slow shapes turn about

each other as they turn

together through larger

fluidic constraints


the whole turns slower

partly to the left until

a  pause then moves

in a manner to the right


others speaking Japanese

move through the space pause

take a picture and move on


changing the room’s rhythm

which changes the slow shapes’

turn about each other and me

Clay Feet



to Lilith


I am no god to grant permission,

nor to watch your struggle

and pretend I know any more.

I want to lift you into the air,

to hug you close to my face, but

you are a grown woman now.

I flounder along in my own life.

The easy problems— to kiss

your stubbed toe, and all be okay—

have grown exponentially,

until I am as lost and incapable

as I think you feel. We all subsist,

scrabbling among the rocks searching

for that tasty bit of explanation

that will cause it all to fall neatly

into place, which never happens.

We are all lost in our worlds,

doing our best to love each other.


(July 3, 2018)





“they go forwards past

the inclination

darkening corners to form”

–Clark Coolidge


you turned without seeing

the I half-a-step behind


you turned without seeing

the more obvious direction


the direction more obvious

to others standing apart


later this now blossomed

angles to bend new visions


you saw without turning

for they were all yours


ahead of you stumbling behind

the direction more obvious


if only the now could hold

despite its dark form hold


yet edges form corners

and corners form edges


as any form of redemption

turns and then turns again


(June 27, 2018)