all eternity in one man and a fridge in the garden

cleaning up after children Sisyphus' mom

22:18:13 / 10:18:13 PM will I even be awake then?

imperfection in moonlight too

eyes between hotel curtains daybreak

advertising fear and loathing in the female psyche

her sexy caboose a train whistle

between  radio stations she assumes a buddhist name

the year-long drought comes to an end wet dream

Being walked by the dog

what only ancient gods could explain . . . hurricane

where the rain has no name countermeasures

forever beyond grasp falling leaves

the answer is "borange" (duh)

Autumn colors of the costumes are children

around dusk a stone offers me its free will

(static;)

static; interference; trying; to; tell; you

(f) in the (o) not of the (g)

. & from here on: rain

recreating The Great Beast and adding sugar (sans subtext)

cell death the end of an era

incense in cents

An empty house noise

An empty house noise

Caution: Contents Hot

A line divides

from between neurons to the sea signals in a yellow line

Seeing rabbits   going to work

The ocean  driving by

stainless steel fork lightning

the thing I told my daughter not to do, I do

[ Black & BLUE, Issue One]

Sand the impression of the waves

among black dogs too an infinite samba

15 (but who's counting) drops of nothing the space I cannot fill

drought  the impala's ribs exposed acacia roots

Cats bred for food never read Genesis

Fresh carp sit up

The milkmaid has soft hands

the commuter caught the train

The moon a literary device kicking up dust

between the moon and the window the night

In the nuptial chamber day turns to night

Major Tom seeking the quintessential William Shatner

Mixing red and yellow paint & there's sunrise

Beyond the frame the night unexplained

A book of poems a rubber garden trowel unbroken earth

putting my face away looking up has become a habit

blue moon preparing for uncle's funeral

pull of stars turning cold the snail’s navigation line

drawing grass in my blood bits of a tuna

birthday party Zen each expense is no object

speed date i come then go

tall grass the tears of a roasted saint call us out

Red Sea beat my heart still hydrozoa

my corrugated ribs still no picket fence

in the flower bed with impunity weed killer

train sitting:facingpeoplei’drathernot


recurringdream#16.333iso/overbreakfast



There are multiple puns in the second monostich, but I don't expect you to want to uncover them all.



Both monstich are previously published.
 
train sitting:facingpeoplei’drathernot 
Publications credits: Raw NerVz (Summer 1995)

recurringdream#16.333iso/overbreakfast
Publications credits: fox dreams ed. Aubrie Cox (April 2012)

in the middle ear Higgs particles too

waxing hunger I crush the garlic moon

ribbons on the floor where you were

she writes “7” but changes it to “19” and adds “yours forever”




-

from a series "Der Dritte" (The Third) here

mid-day heat rolling in clover stray cats

how our hearts soar balsa wood

this I could have done: a deaf ear to a non-laughing god

her wet tee shirt gets a rise out of me a cold shower

thrown to the will of the gods and the wind his knuckleball

roses and so what? I pull the card named Goofy

beneath waves and tall grass darkness

backyardfirewalk mybirthday jumpsacross

in the blue crayon dusk imaginary church bells

frying Virgins in the Green we talk about her recovery

(Virgins in the Green is the Danish name for Klowunji seeds (onion seeds))

sweat drop doubt heavy on the vine

fireflies the real reason why

homeless among lilacs (a sound of a former heart) I remain penetrated (broken & healed) and blind

--

form: thanks to Grant Hackett for inspiration

crows in the distance : the toad answers

morning rain an opening line escapes me

the thorns you wore before you rose

“it's a cranial thing” I trace her tattooed flower too

two dates on the same night big fracking disaster

global warming:  Jane!  Stop this crazy thing!

suchness through the eye of the needle I se(a)em

weaving a tree a mountain a human and its exit mother's hands

when the chirps are down a ruby-throated hummingbird

to and fro bee and i all morning laundry day
.
silence from each tree a different voice
.
the altered consciousness of lapsang souchong steam
.
zazen the old oak at my back
.
oh strike a light that we might see the dark
.

contrails trying to not split infinitives

heavenly blue my writing running with the rain


*heavenly blue: morning glory

as if my pen could say it anemones

one CFL slowly warming up dawn

awash with April rain the smokestack sky

Another found monostich

hashtag he calls me big

[Seen all run together as a hashtag in my Facebook news feed]

the blue creates more space we move chairs around and

her children over forty mother's antiques

wet eyes peeling layers I find (just) one

morning fog the lull between death and life

clumsy take-off after clumsy take-off           crows

(over easy)

egg carton empty over easy resurrection

A found monostich

in every cell of my body the bodhisattva of compassion

[slightly modified from a line in Planting Seeds: Practicing Mindfulness with Children, by Thich Nhat Hanh]

a hint of white on the hawthorn baby clouds

overcast sky all the stars are off rehearsing

cherry blossoms or not onedayafteranother in light

compressing it all to a . again and wounds

macula lutea the garcinia man cuts deeply

Spring and my modem finally chirps

cold and wet the first day of spring a change of plans

the storm’s darkness and then your eyes

summer & spring i hold both of her hands