how to tell you this, years later.

no northern bears, no cold and naked swan to sweep across the sky. instead, obsidian, adobe, and gold…and everywhere the smell of dark wind…

‘True Peace’

the reason We are here / with(in) you / is the same reason you are / with(in) Us; / the ‘question’ is the same as the answer…

Forbidden Fruit

O Jesus! / Protect me from what I want.

An Unfortunate Incident.

Here’s a most unhappy pomegranate / (As you can tell, caught quite red-handed) / For upon the steps, he didn’t see / Miss Kiwi’s toy …

Holy Fruit

Fold your tents / Smooth your silks

Fruit of the vine

In the ever glowing autumn / In the ever knowing tree / In the twilight of the morning / In the hushed and silent breeze / There’s one thin…

‘Moments’

*have you ever wondered / how much time there is, / in a moment? / did you ever wonder / what might have occurred, / the last time you / m…

POEM-THE BABYLONIAN FRUIT VENDOR

BALLAD TO A BABYLONIAN FRUIT VENDOR (82) / So bravely beneath the manganeses sky of / Nazareth / The holy city where Christ first saw lig…

Make Haste

Now that you have read it / You shall live in fear / Fear that soon I shall announce your Fruit Cake / Make Haste

Dirty Hands

The Vine Dresser is in the market square, / hiring hands that are willing to work His land. / The Vine Dresser promises to share the fruit…

‘know no fear’

in the natural state, there is no fear. / man is the only part of the Natural Essence / that has the ego, and the absurd rationale / to bel…

Tomato Man Makes Tracks

Making tracks / On tomato tops / Bouncing along / While singing a song / Every ‘mater / Gets a track / Tomato man’s / Romping secret plans

Love Is Strange

Perfect fruit / Fell from the tree. / Pick it up, / Save it, / Please, for me.

Strawberries

dripping juices, glistening, falling strs at the stroke of midnight

Forbidden Fruit

The fruit of what was left from your desiccated heart / is painted red upon me like the last moments of a lovers kiss.

Summer Fruit

For me to think of the cherry cream of your iris clouds, / Soothing and loving every time I remember you looking, / Into my eyes.

A Fruit

A pickle; a fruit / With eyes of blue / Rolled across the table / Slow

Gatekeepers (the poem)

The river, we called it, but now I’m grown and travelled / maybe we exaggerated: wide enough / for paddles not for oars, green and la…

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