Moonrise

The sun paints the sky as it nods,

out of sight, into the sea and

the moon rises, out of sight,

so high above,

Emerging only with the dark.

Slowly the moon pushes

through the twilight, climbing

over

The critical crosses and

the bright eyed cars rushing

towards home.

The lazy bungalow houses,

the alert green trees,

the bored telephone poles,

the winking television towers.

Below; eyes, wide like dark pools;

vulnerable buyers revealed

by the priceless beauty

of their fetish,

Below; hearts thundering;

startled rhythms of game birds,

pounding their wings against

the sound of an approach…

The hidden rooftop hideaways,

out of sight, lit, lit, lit

only by dying embers

As the day dissolves

into the moonlit wash.

The Properties of Dust

The Properties of Dust was a small book I put together in 2005 for a desktop publishing class at Portland State University. Many of these pieces were written specifically for the book project, and the rest date back to as early as 1990. The pieces were accompanied by a photo or two in the original book, but, in most cases, I am using different, more recent, photos with this series of posts.

1.

The Well

Moreh

Orienteering

Tides

The Properties of Dust

2.

Storm

Oncology

Upon the Ruin

Golgotha

Demolition

3.

Watching a Woman From Across the Room

Moonrise

First Snow

Antarctic Whispers

Lines

Bedtime Prayer

4.

The Red Car

Something Lost

Slough

Home

After the War

5.

Lair

Love Poems

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