Long Flycatcher Poems

After the great disappearance ----
                      Confusion and death ---
     ...

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I’ve sat here all night just trying to write
But nothing would spring from my brain
I looked in my mind and what did I find
I think that I’m slightly insane 

I’ve been unaware of things that...

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Jewel  layer templates
gilded upstream sigh
winsome eyelet skimmed
scorning  dawn orb
Delphic mustard sketch
on sapphire sequins 
Appalachian awning 
bearing flimsy nuggets
surreal slender straw’s 
amber seam gore 
lentil seed pod float
upon cashmere shrub 
rainbird doleful cry
of damp...

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I'm standing on a fragrant lily field
by the serene bay towards midnoon,
falcons gather by the splashing rocks
with eyes that scare away hungry larks;
they must catch their prey and be fed:
they'll attack with their claws a...

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Do not skulk, my mother said, sternly, meanly, and often.
How could I not? I asked myself. We are skulking birds, are we not?
Your bill is too black, my brother cautioned me. Try to tone it...

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A flycatcher sang his song today,
High atop a tall fig tree--
Out on the tipsiest branch
He swayed with rhythm
As he proudly sang--
Sang with joy, fluting so marvelously
I could scarce believe my ears--
Sang to his lover
Who answered...

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Do I really need to know
Why the Flycatcher
Sits atop the tallest weathered pole
On a spring morning
And releases this most fantastic trill,
Rides it higher and higher
To a manic rage,
Causing every living thing for yards around
To pause...

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In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.

The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully, 
each bird taking a turn on point.

All...

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-Let's see Cortinario with fattened foot
If you answer me, who says
To everyone who sees him:
If my mouth opens
You'll open too.
Clytocibe: -The Flycatcher
From the Cathedral of Burgos.
-Very well Cortinario
You know what you know.
-Today are you going...

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A black widow spider spins a silk thread
into a near-transparent dream catcher;
filling her with joy and her meals with dread.

A very cunning, deadly flycatcher
ready to pounce and mummify her food;
she lies in wait like a...

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A white flower with a long tail,
glides in the morning breeze;
Like an angel from the fairytales,
he eradicates venomous flies.

Black crown he dons, Angry face he has,
But his immaculate look enthralls ;
His feathers as light as...

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I stand here
A chickadee at my feet
With the dogs content to sniff about
I stand here and I wait

One by one more of them come out
They flit about me in the leaf litter
Trapeze around me in...

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