Years have past and still you are gone, Yet in my heart,  you linger on. My mind plays tricks: your phone is dead, Mail got lost, your car repossessed. You took a trip, forgot to call. You got amnesia from a fall. That’s not your name engraved on stone. There must be more to you […]

The ghost line flickers in the new dawn.The blue-tipped flame meltsthe wax edge, and the goo of myself oozes into a pool of a dreamthat one, like me can dream of that one cooling the heatof blood boiling in my veins of cooked sorrow,healing seared love burned by arteries of hate. The lines are long. […]

WALLACE STEVENS took to heart Kakuzo Okakura’s question, “When will the West understand, or try to understand, the East?” Okakura’s 1906 treatise on the Chan Buddhist and/or Zen infused tea ceremony, “The Book of Tea,” fell into Stevens’ hands by way of his Harvard acquaintances, Walter Bynner and Arther D. Ficke (Willis). His first national […]

Gust – the whipping windwraps lovingly around dieing limbs, releasing life from the bondage oflimbo, a pale place betweenalive and not quite dead. Others not ready to die – die anywaycracked in two. The splintered shards stabat the free air.The radar rumblings kick dogs in the rear, liftspirits out of a deep slumber.Taken sand swirls […]

Last night’s moon was tremendous, casting veiny limb shadows on fresh snows. Eerie. A spider web of images projected on untouched canvas. Sweet sleep happened. Cozy as the brew of nectared gods. Barely had time for a dream that night. Didn’t mind at all. Fermented, cemented. River boy (©sjm) Steve Matty is dead. Writing those […]