Long Yolks Poems

Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising nondual yolk form
with transparent regenerative function,
cosmological purpose, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, 
or a...

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The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her
crass desk of Primal Theory.

What could...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the...

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What if we live in and out
among and yet autonomously
with and sometimes against
LeftBrain dominant enculturation?

Colonization,
predation with ego-logical economic secular outcomes
too often predicting compromised long-term health
in exchange for conserving an evolutionary win/lose model
serving industriously degenerating corporate...

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Time's natural evolutionary purpose
and revolutionary EarthTribal meaning
is primordial eco-centric gratitude for being,
as compared to human nature's language 
of becoming some intent we are not yet.

Evolution of our human natural culture
explicates
explains
our cooperative vocational
ecological purpose.

From this exegetical...

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"The Whirled In Between"

What dreams 
in the time of 
not thinking

we spent aeons
in conversations
with the unbelieved 

deliberating 
choices towards 
our liberation 

traversed 
contracts written 
by the unseen

such wordy 
reams offered, the 
scrolling walls speaking

wailing towards
the...

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Under the depths below the deep 
     of this Atlantic Ocean,
live the lobsters that crawl and creep
     with an articulated motion.

They thrive on the ocean’s sea floor,
...

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The problem is her lips.
They don't form smiles any more than waves decide of their own accord 
to lift themselves up off of the ocean's surface.
And if lips are meant to be drowsy shutters
then hers...

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GLIMPSE 

My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
A drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
It waits with longing intense, retains no tears
As it remembers its cringes of final fear when it
Jumped into...

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SHE WANTED AN "ATTA BOUIS": SO WE WENT AND GOT HER ONE!

THE CHEF PREPARED,......................
7 SLICES OF PORCUITIO
SLICE FRESH FIGS
SWISS CHEESE
SEVEN DOLIPS OF GOAT CHEESE
2  WHITE ASPARAGUS
2 GREEN ASPARAGUS
SEVEN STRIPS OF ROASTED RED BELL PEPPER
ON...

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2 cups of browned ground beef ( or 2 cups of lump crabmeat)
(or 2 cups of shrimp pureed)
1 cup of green onion
4 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1/2 cup of lime juice
1 tablespoon of horseradish ( no...

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At the bottom of the ocean lived a blind turtle. Believed only to surface once every one hundred years. Floating above it upon the vast Ocean was a golden yoke, blown by the currents and...

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she wanted to impress those in attendance
seemed the proper thing to do seeming
most of the folk were their to either
endorse her new
restaurant.
she wanted something special for the chefs special
but didn't want to spend the time...

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Hedwig


Her house, a memory lane of sacred spaces:
the cobwebbed attic travel trunks, 
high heeled shoes, pink taffeta gowns, 
skirts that open into spinning parasols, 
cool musty wine cellars lined with dusty bulbs 
and oak barrels,...

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You bought me as your loving pet; well trained and tamed,
From a cattle-fair; I was two; handsome; zestful;
You did not like cats and dogs as they turned nuisance - 
I heard you saying to my...

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Cells work is play
to resiliently thrive
only in organic systems.

Individual yolked cells
each with her own ego-governor
survive healthy together
and divide tragically apart

More like symbiotic regenerations
of surfing cantilevers
than degenerations
outside predations
storming waves
of colonizing cancers.

Transgendering 
transubstantiating
transitions can be both

Too hard...

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"BY EVENING MIGHT WE FIND
DELIGHT IN THIS OFFERING
THAT IS WAS FASHIONED TO
HAVE US SATISFIED"

"IT IS TO INSPIRE A TASTE THAT IS UNIQUE AND RIGHT
SOMETHING A PALETTE WISHES TO TASTE"

ONE 3 POUND BRISKET(BEEF)
SALTED AND PEPPERED
COOK FOR...

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Digging through an old wood chest on my parent’s farm one day,
I came across a tiny book…its cover torn away.

Not at first concerned about what kind of book it was,
Its age would make me curious…like...

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3/4 to 1 pound of ground lamb
1/4 cup of lemon juice
3 tablespoons of rosemary
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of ground ginger
1 tablespoon of garlic cloves (crushed)
3 anchovies (smashed into a paste)
1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon
1/4...

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8 cups of shredded cabbage
5 cups of chopped kale
4 cups of shredded cooked pork (pork roast)
15 peeled and parboiled potatoes( cooked about 20 minutes in salted water)
1 one quart can of peeled tomatoes(drained)
10 slices of...

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THE SECOND COMING OF AN  IMMACULATE MIS-CONCEPTION

I hear preachers claim that Jesus walks by my side
Alas, Jesus has also lasciviously lied
I can’t see Jesus with my very own eyes
Yet with my eyes I read...

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MARGUERITE’S    CHARMS

Rainy day finally gave way to intermittent sun -
Walked out with camera before rain should return,
And fell in love, mesmerized, helpless, captivated.
Stopped at garden with waist-high iron railings, riveted,
And its flowers...

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Covid didn't like being labeled "just a hoax"
So it took revenge on one who made sick jokes
I don't wish him any harm
But he won't buy the farm
It seems his face is covered in rotten egg...

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Returning home, you walk inside,
Awaken the olfactory.
There, resting on the countertop
Are cookies baked for all to see.

Your mind leaps to the obvious:
The signs all tell a story clear.
No baker did assemble these;
‘Twas happenstance that put...

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are broken hearts hard to find?

they’ve littered the streets,
since the beginning of time!
it is the unspoken war, the one we avoid.

we speak of a splinter of glass
one here…one there

but yolks are smashed –
can’t you see...

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