Saturday, August 26, 2017


(Harvey at Corpus Christi)

Launched from the center
of the sweaty swayback
of the dustbowl
driving to the sea
Texas is endless; brown, olive, bone
hills and beige flats,
griddle hot

a country of dead hours
of creosote bush and yucca
city sprawl, void and suburb eternal
before the silvered rim of Padre
shows hazy in the wave-trough,
a glint in the dead eye of
the Body of Christ.

How many times did we
drag the corpus of our
cross-nailed marriage over the plains,
one desert passing over another,
with what relief to leave that
four-wheeled cell
and feel a living air.

Then, bottle in hand, already lost,
you'd sit in your folding chair on a beach
 so bright and primeval all
such things, like us, were anachronisms.
The boy would run from the war
to the waves, freed and blazing delight
to slip into a salty blue singing that

drowned the sound of failure.
I'd walk up and down, in
and out of the surf, gripping shells'
nacred lifelines, finding a washing of watery
peace, transitory and recurrent
as the sky-swallowing
shadows of gulls cawking above.

I had no god then, and none
yet I pray for that country
as the vast weeping Eye crawls across it 
with death and rage in its tears,
spilling blood or toy refineries
to soil and poison that white beach

where grace so waywardly hides 
giving her kiss to all flawed things.

~August 26, 2017

Optional Musical Accompaniment


Photos © joyannjones  Corpus, Gull Shadows, circa 1986

Friday, August 18, 2017

In Time Of Eclipse

In Time Of Eclipse

Down among the dead things
her candled light is dragged
but not blown out;
fire that serves 

burns longer 
than the eclipse's flare that puts out sight.

She's with the tilting stars, flying,
and our loss, and our gain;
a bird with purple down

flying, flying,
 turning the eye from 
this brief blacking of the sun
that belts the world.

for Heather Heyer
~August 2017

Heather Heyer was murdered in an act of domestic terrorism in Charlottesville, Va. on August 12, 2017. Her favorite color was purple. 

Much of the middle United States will experience a rare total solar eclipse on Monday, August 21.

Images: Heather in a glass heart, via pinterest

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Darkness, Flash

Darkness, Flash

and a flash;
you turn my poppies blue.
Red is your color
and so I cannot choose it.

The screaming void
paints your face.
Heat and ruin
are your playmates,
death your paymaster.

Don't think you enter unopposed,
disguised, pretending to light
with only darkness
and a flash
for eyes.

~August 2017

Images: Torchlit parade thru the Brandenburg Gate, Berlin, on the night of Hitler's ascension to chancellor, January 30, 1933,  pubic domain
Torchlit parade through the streets of Charlottesville, Va, during the 8th month of the Trump presidency, August 11, 2017(cnn) 

Friday, August 11, 2017

Calico Dream

Calico Dream

Calico ghost
cowgirl on the whirlwind,
drinks dusty nectar
from the thimble of
a wildflower's face,
dances on a wagon wheel
across a wicked wasteland,
eyes on the blue mountains
and the swallow's last home.

Her well-wound heart
chimes soft as a pocket watch
under cool cotton covers.
She washes in sunsplash
and curls up contented 
to whisper when the coyote howls.
She's nothing but a promise
guarding the river
that sinners can't cross.

Calico girl
sings me at sunset
a tune from the Territory
a chant from the Tribes
beaded with pollen hot from the prairie,
keeping her hands clean, hiding
the hunted, defying the flag.
She follows the trail
no murderer can see.

~August 2017

posted for Izy's Unseen
( nothing more unseen than a cowgirl in a dream)

Images: Cowgirls, public domain
via wikimedia commons

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Gypsy Shipwreck

Gypsy Shipwreck

The starved gypsy moon
caravans out of sight

feeding all she has stolen
to the heart of the night.

The bell-jangled tracing
of her white legs' skip

to the violin's sobbing
going down like a ship

 grinds me for music 
that growls like a dog,

 while all hands are lost 
in the gunpowder fog.

~August 2017

a 55 for Kerry's Flash Plus

Images (Swept Away, Summer Breeze) by Erte  via    Fair use.