spiritual guests
January 16, 2008
Buddy with “tree”
January 12, 2008
leave that tree alone
January 12, 2008
Tonight Buddy and I roamed the streets of our town. He is an Airedale terrier and loves to be vigilant. Unfortunately his eyesight is not keen and he will often mistake something like a fire hydrant for a possible attacker.
Along our route were many discarded Christmas trees abandoned at curbside. Perceiving them as critters, Buddy would pitch forward on the leash at each sighting. It made these sad encounters refreshingly comical.
I could not help but reflect on all the resources we put into these trees: the time, land, labor, fertilizer, pesticide, herbicide, shipping, selling, buying, decorating, stripping, tossing, and disposing. Over 100 million of these trees are harvested worldwide each year. It seems a waste.
dying for Christmas version 1
December 5, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
in the gutter
alone
with hooks
and tinsel
blowing in the wind
against a grey sky
November 13, 2007
a last leaf holds on
brown and brittle it shakes
losing small pieces
long journey
October 17, 2007
the sky rests
upon the earth
in a pond
storm ships
June 22, 2007
those billowy clouds
with voluptuous
highlights
set against blue sky
float on their way
to commit raucous
rack
and ruin
glimmer
June 10, 2007
shimmering leaves
wave to the universe
light years away
spermatozoa’s ark
March 5, 2007
spermatozoa
carry chromosomal pairs
into our future
qazse 