bidingTimeabiding
bite my teeth on famous lines
a hole lot of fragmented shells;
hunger hollows within--
deepening abyss
of lost longing
lone-ranging, reigning the distance
of a round heartless night
of a round heart-last light
lane-ranging, raining the day-stance
of last longing
steepening a-bless
heaven hallows within--
a whole lot of fragranced shalls;
bide my heart on famous lines
bite my teeth on famous lines
a hole lot of fragmented shells;
hunger hollows within--
deepening abyss
of lost longing
lone-ranging, reigning the distance
of a round heartless night
of a round heart-last light
lane-ranging, raining the day-stance
of last longing
steepening a-bless
heaven hallows within--
a whole lot of fragranced shalls;
bide my heart on famous lines
The Road to Elsewhere
The highway to ‘hail,
Hail Afghans all here,’
(“Give me your ears…”)
Is paved with good intentions and ‘IUO’s.’
On that yellow ‘book’ road, tell tales-where-banned
Men of lairs acclaim executive offense…
Come out of your pious lores, you liars.
But we’re all so right, we over weird, of the west wind…
Our shocked awe amazes
(“You, too …’brutal’?”)
We’re not in Kansas
Anymore, nor never were. Was?
A last ‘stand’ stammering
In that season--the dogs of Mars and a sheep’s head,
She slumps to the bleeding ground.*
Shot for All...
Uh…
Can't we get a heart?
*Another woman executed by the Taliban
First pub. in Fish Food Magazine, November 2014
The highway to ‘hail,
Hail Afghans all here,’
(“Give me your ears…”)
Is paved with good intentions and ‘IUO’s.’
On that yellow ‘book’ road, tell tales-where-banned
Men of lairs acclaim executive offense…
Come out of your pious lores, you liars.
But we’re all so right, we over weird, of the west wind…
Our shocked awe amazes
(“You, too …’brutal’?”)
We’re not in Kansas
Anymore, nor never were. Was?
A last ‘stand’ stammering
In that season--the dogs of Mars and a sheep’s head,
She slumps to the bleeding ground.*
Shot for All...
Uh…
Can't we get a heart?
*Another woman executed by the Taliban
First pub. in Fish Food Magazine, November 2014
One
So awe fulled the birthing
of God's presence, new cauled
of God's presence, new cauled
in humble manger's destiny,
The base and apex of
a starred cave's presents
of all future festivals
a starred cave's presents
of all future festivals
Yet abandoned, forsaken to
the crowned world's nails,
every man's cursedness;
Farthest reach of faith
this Apocalypso dancer
crosses the Cosmos,
Morning us night-less;
he compassions Earth
ever peopling Heaven,
ever peopling Heaven,
Emptying the pitiless bottom
zeroing Apollyon
into ever's Now
Beloved one, Eashoa, Jesus
child of the masses
point man for us all.
point man for us all.
First pub. in The Greensilk
Journal, Winter 2007
Brief
Bio: Daniel's wandering lines have appeared in many magazines in the
United States, Canada, and overseas including Contemporary American
Voices, Write Room, Static Movement, Word Riot, Fish Food, Poetry
Pacific, Counterexample Poetics, and Unlikely Stories IV.
Before that Daniel hiked through the University of Nebraska, Cal State University, Long Beach (Creative Writing), Montana, Pennsylvania, Europe, Arizona, and Palestine/Israel. He now lives on the central coast of California with his quilting wife.
Before that Daniel hiked through the University of Nebraska, Cal State University, Long Beach (Creative Writing), Montana, Pennsylvania, Europe, Arizona, and Palestine/Israel. He now lives on the central coast of California with his quilting wife.
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