the gentle art of making fire

poem for We Write Poems, prompt #48, the art of making fire the gentle art of making fire rub any two words together. add salts, same as soil does. imagine dance. imagine molecules. imagine no choice.  falling free. whisper desire into ears of wheat. be father like stone.  a seed. be mother like rain.  illuminate. imagine breathing sky. [...]

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fire and bright

fire and bright what fits within the globe the bowl the basket? sheep shorn wool, piled fleece, sacrifice. the boat lays low in the water, roosting berth, and who can say, rising or falling, by what eye? how many limbs will the socket allow, scattering black sky heaven and red lace sun. hold your open [...]

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artist please talk with me

artist please talk with me (artist please talk with me) (surely it isn’t all like this) Chance encounter. Woman walks into my store. Bright bones. An artist she says. Whatever did we first talk about that led to this? She once, says she, set her bed on fire! (match in hand) Imagine! Imagine flames! No, [...]

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Uvas canyon fire

Uvas canyon fire     Smoke settles low in wrinkled valleys reluctant to depart the sweet sage cradle      where first blossom newly arose.   One prayer of oak and brush says,      take me into blue sky.   Today the creeks folded, and all dreaming said simply, I have no name in this dawn. [...]

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