the loudness of grove

1,
Moan the writ, the
loudness of

grove; moan too the ax
    moan the

bite, the etch of stony bite
    moan the boar’s tide
    its wire

now knotted into age
    moan the tangle
        the breadth of being stared at for worth
        moan the eye that stares for worth moan the etch of stony bite the loudness of grove –

2,
Warm steel goes down with
    sunshine, flows

Like the mildewed mist when
    very little is watered

Very little is softened very little
    is going down warm –

3,
I seek the unforgiving and
am forgiven
The unthankedfor & am given
    the heart of sun
    as friend

I locked stone as angel and
am fire
The ax & the anvil & am given
    the fill of moon
    as friend –

the humor of nomirth

1,
The reef is red with paper
    laugh when you can see it
    laugh when you
    care to

Touch the snow that breaks the
    reef red with paper –

2,
When the crouch of morning
    stumbled
    we saw paper as sky
        humor as riddle

And our eyes became less
    wary
    of the other – when
        the large nail

Is hammered by the worn leaf
    we saw
    love as the fallen hinge
        that shivers –

3,
No look more starry than
    stonestare no hurt more
    sheer than

wellfall – this river is thief
    this walk on the pier is hunger
    this laugh as red
    paper –

a deliberate earthing

I.
“I am deliberate
and afraid
of nothing.”
An act of will that
    mourns wonder
    weaves magic –

– Quoted words from “New Year’s Day” by Audre Lorde

II.
“Green essence pooled again in my eyes, which paint the grass, which will later bloom in the memories of animals.”
I as earth
    I as animal
    woke as essence of green –

– Quoted words by Alejandra Pizarnik

In tumult

In tumult, the rose of the pen
    withheld word
    spent woodspun ash

As if
    green vessels of forgiving
    died on a sparrow

Stalk –

Crowsong

Crowsong a city can aspire to
as it stutters,

as the fumes settle as the little
that-is is littled

even more – the brag of machete
skins even the

riddle leaving machine leaving
us middled –

wrinkle song

Wrinkle song, spider sung, my
dark my light

in awe   –   wrinkle sung, mother
song, my feet

as clay as sun   –  dance hence &
thence as now

as when, wrinkle deep this spider
song and weep –

—

Tangentialized from the story “A New Wrinkle” taken from “Grandmothers of the light: a medicine woman’s sourcebook” by Paula Gunn Allen.

Tin & leaf

I long to see the other
    to forge an
    ounce of being –
    Tin & leaf, mint &
    meander
I am the flower of the furnace binding two atoms
split in finite
    pebbles – the green residue of poems past