This Month only! The 21 paintings on my Painted Poems Blog are featured with over-voices of me reading the poems. Have a listen here:...

Let the boat of your regret unmoor itself and drift away. The shimmer of harbor lights will reappear when that great dark ship...

The name, for example, for the lightness that can blow through a heart and lift it from the body, sail it round the world.

a moth-eaten version of Indra’s Net, where my tangled knots catch the light of the endless jewels of morning.

Bodies so effortlessly slipped from they looked like paper lanterns or little wooden boats, scoured and dry-docked for the winter

in India I found if nothing else cowbell clangor persists life remains peculiar

all his life the light sifted through him

It’s just like they say, she told me. Your life flashes before you. But it’s not what you think.

Empty as the night would be with its owl sailing through it.

In spite of what has or hasn’t flown through these days—a bird has perched—just like Emily promised—in your soul.

You tell me you are part of something old now. You cannot believe the way the sky opened inside the cathedral...

Prepare for love to break you into all the pieces necessary for something unknown to be born of you.

I learned to sleep standing on the savanna, rocked in a long slow chorus of grass-scented breath…

There was a girl in the village, warm as an oil lamp, eyes brown as rain-drenched dirt.

I think I rode an elephant once— or was it only a dream?

She is quiet and less picky than we imagined, happy...

When sadness sat at my table last night I saw that he was beautiful just like my friend told me he was the friend who called

You open the day, and look!— an assemblage of what you’ve always wanted has been given--sunlit hours

... they won’t ask to be taken to the summit conference or talk about trade. / They will have come for the trees.

Have you noticed how, when we finally let go, all we’ve ever wanted comes? By which I mean love—