In Constant Incandescence
Try to describe light and it’s hopeless Nothing can quite catch in words luminous nothingness Hold something up in light and i…
Try to describe light and it’s hopeless Nothing can quite catch in words luminous nothingness Hold something up in light and i…
Poems in the devotional visionary tradition of Blake, Rumi, Christopher Smart, McClure. Ecstatic recognitions from both within…
A collection of poems simultaneously plummeting down and somehow ascending, all the while embracing Whitmanic vistas in vision…
Somehow the resonance for me during the entertaining of this title as an abiding albeit background theme for the poems, was th…
These poems in traditional ghazal form, the first half begun in Turkey, are a compan…
What does happen when we stop swallowing the flame, whatever it might be? This world, our own drudgery, our passions, low or h…
Here’s the classic tale of Ala-udeen (Arabic pronunciation, meaning The Glory of the Way) and the well-known genie (or jinn) i…
This may be a secret among only a few of its recipients, but cancer is a direct and positive gift from God. Its chemo…
This poem was suggested in a flash by a paragraph in Michael McClure’s book, “Scratching the Beat Surface,” in which he quotes…
Poetic inspiration continues to be a mystery to me, but I am its deep advocate, and hold to its irrational and shady acreage l…
A collection of poems which chase after the coattails of sanctity, in this world with its “meanings set up as images” (a Sufi …
If I draw the little figure of a garden on a toothpick, for in this world it seems these things are ignored, or if…