12.11.14

grey day, your mouth is grim,  your horizon, a clenched jaw. i am moving through you like a car past a field the color of missing color: what's closest is a ruddy rush, what's far away seems steady.

grey day, your mouth is grim,
your horizon, a clenched jaw.
i am moving through you
like a car past a field
the color of missing color:
what’s closest is a ruddy rush,
what’s far away seems steady.

kf | Meadow Street, Littleton, NH

yes, sometimes, what lies ahead seems to lean  with too much remind toward that we've left looming just behind. but there, see  how those trees are not wrenched by a weeping released, see how there is no need to drench them yet with sorrow.

yes, sometimes,
what lies ahead
seems to lean
with too much remind
toward that we’ve left looming
just behind.
but there, see
how those trees
are not wrenched by a
weeping released,
see how there is no need
to drench them yet
with sorrow.

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA

12.10.14

listen, take a paper clip  pinch the grey edge of what we call  'today's lonely errands.' later, thumb through them. marvel at how many,  how bright they might have been in the good company  of 'move closer not away.'

listen, take a paper clip,
pinch the grey edge of what we call
‘today’s lonely errands.’
later, thumb through them.
marvel at how many,
how bright they might have been
in the good company
of ‘move closer not away.’

kf | Meadow Street, Littleton, NH

I will make my moon of words not spoken set the shimmer of silence cycling through the deep quiet of sky that is the night we each carry inside.

I will make my moon
of words not spoken
set the shimmer of silence cycling
through the deep quiet of sky
that is the night
we each carry inside.

kc | Bridge Road, Northampton, MA

12.9.14

whole world held in a drop, in a blink. when i say i love a moment, i mean like a hologram: i mean 'the whole message.' held in a hand, in a holy,  in the holding, in an eye.

whole world held
in a drop, in a blink.
when i say i love a moment,
i mean like a hologram:
i mean ‘the whole message.’
held in a hand, in a holy,
in the holding,
in an eye.

kf | Main Street, Bethlehem, NH

I wish you to know how they were waving into the this again of winter. I wish to tell you there was more rejoicing  than resistance. And there was; much more. But then again, are they not the same thing?

I wish you to know
how they were waving
into the this again of winter.
I wish to tell you
there was more rejoicing
than resistance.
And there was;
much more.
But then again,
are they not the same thing?

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA

12.8.14

let looking be  another word for love then, soften the eyes, and let the world move closer to you. this much is clear: these lines are meant to lift you up.

let looking be
another word for love
then, soften the eyes,
and let the world move closer to you.
this much is clear:
these lines are meant
to lift you up.

kf | Route 302, Littleton, NH

we roil rage race mustn't we throw our fists up slam down stand any ground we can stand to stand on stop this it must mustn't it cuz see we can see so suddenly how delicate it all is how delicately we each can hold it

we roil rage race
mustn’t we
throw our fists up
slam down stand
any ground we can stand
to stand on
stop this it must
mustn’t it
cuz see we can see
so suddenly
how delicate it all is
how delicately we each
can hold it

kc | Mill Valley Road, Hadley, MA

12.7.14

bright business as usual except for how bodies  can be reminiscent: single file, a procession, an uphill parade. three deep, we the many bear witness to hope. moving towards, not away from. moving upwards and into.

bright business as usual
except for how bodies
can be reminiscent:
single file, a procession,
an uphill parade.
three deep, we the many
bear witness to hope.
moving towards, not away from.
moving upwards and into.

kf | Rocks Estate, Bethlehem, NH

please, sky, take this bundle of life, break through all that I've broken, scatter every chance, demand that I hold it to the fire of your remind that we must find each other out here, must unblind ourselves, must shine.

please, sky,
take this bundle of life,
break through all that I’ve broken,
scatter every chance, demand
that I hold it
to the fire of your remind
that we must find each other out here,
must unblind ourselves,
must shine.

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

12.6.14

dear any given moment and your chemical reactions, dear crackle of particles taking the air, oh new idea, oh transformation. make sparks of us. that we might be of fiery use. that we might light the sky we share.

dear any given moment
and your chemical reactions,
dear crackle of particles
taking the air,
oh new idea, oh transformation.
make sparks of us.
that we might be of fiery use.
that we might light the sky we share.

kf | Town Hall, Bethlehem, NH

sometimes this is the best we can do to open. things must be cut down, burned, plowed into; the field left rooted through and rutted. somewhere someone is sorting it out. somewhere there is feasting. somewhere someone walks  this emptied and uneven way, humming to where they know  the mountaintop is hidden.

sometimes this
is the best we can do
to open.
things must be cut down,
burned, plowed into;
the field left rooted through and rutted.
somewhere someone is sorting it out.
somewhere there is feasting.
somewhere someone walks
this emptied and uneven way, humming
to where they know
the mountaintop is hidden.

kc | Nook Road, Northampton, MA

12.5.14

roof is to tree as sky is to everybody looking up. how we know who we are, where to go: because indelible lines connect us.

roof is to tree
as sky is to everybody
looking up.
how we know
who we are, where to go:
because indelible lines connect us.

kf | parking lot, Bethlehem, NH

look up: this is how  sky becomes ground-- the light upon which we draw every line each line then a foothold by which we might climb.

look up:
this is how
sky becomes ground–
the light upon which we draw every line
each line then a foothold
by which we might climb.

kc | fire escape, Northampton, MA

12.4.14

would that a line  could quiet the fighting, bring some relief bring back the taken, i would lay my life upon one. as it is, what is clear  nearly blinds: the only way up is together. together we must rise right into the light.

would that a line
could quiet the fighting,
bring some relief
bring back the taken,
i would lay my life upon one.
as it is, what is clear
nearly blinds:
the only way up
is together.
together we must rise
right
into the light.

kf | Meadow Street, Littleton, NH

we followed the paths shone with those that have fallen each breath a cloud of gravity from our mouths, we walk toward a light that seems to promise only darkness with a faith of those who have dreamed before --the dawn.

we followed the paths
shone with those that have fallen
each breath a cloud of gravity
from our mouths,
we walk toward a light
that seems to promise only darkness
with a faith of those
who have dreamed before
–the dawn.

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

12.3.14

the glow of the collective body  holds the sorrow known as 'all we keep forgetting'  waxing vowels of rising ache make their way from our throats break the surface, float in the wake of it.

the glow of the collective body
holds the sorrow known as
‘all we keep forgetting’
waxing vowels of rising ache
make their way from our throats
break the surface,
float in the wake of it.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

Listing on her cloud the knowing moon seduces both the lonely pines

Listing on her cloud
the knowing moon seduces
both the lonely pines

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

12.2.14

12.2.14 lines, let me hold you help me lift the grey, keep open a space  for the tender and blinding language of loss. together we shoulder the private weight of loneliness, the weightlessness of letting go.

lines, let me hold you
help me lift the grey,
keep open a space
for the tender and blinding
language of loss.
together we shoulder
the private weight of loneliness,
the weightlessness of letting go.

kf | Main Street, Bethlehem, NH

in the long season of reaching give yourself this afternoon when all admirable efforts of standing soften  at the touch  of each increment of blue

in the long season of reaching
give yourself this afternoon
when all admirable efforts of standing soften
at the touch
of each increment of blue

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA

12.1.14

you who were hardly here, there are days i still see you dissolving all over again, disappearing into the faint drift of blue. when the air in December  turns suddenly mild all i can do is promise to wait for whatever poem  is trying to find me.

you who were hardly here,
there are days i still see you
dissolving all over again,
disappearing into the faint drift of blue.
when the air in December
turns suddenly mild
all i can do is promise to wait
for whatever poem
is trying to find me.

kf | Jodo Way, Bethlehem, NH

12.1.14 how could you know that this is what I mean by drawing a line: that we must learn to craft our own horizons, manifest such capacious vistas which we then destine ourselves to ride into.

how could you know
that this is what I mean
by drawing a line:
that we must learn to craft our own horizons,
manifest such capacious vistas
which we then destine ourselves
to ride into.

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

11.30.14

stand with, stand under. withstand all weather, and whatever lays your heart asunder. then, everything's a blueprint, and everywhere, a tether to every other heart.

stand with, stand under.
withstand all weather,
and whatever
lays your heart asunder.
then, everything’s a blueprint,
and everywhere, a tether
to every other heart.

kf | Route 302, Bethlehem, NH

might there be a time when we have nothing to stand against but the sky might we stand there all together though we know not what together means might we make the meaning of it standing there all together against nothing, within the sky

might there be a time
when we have nothing to stand against
but the sky
might we stand there all together
though we know not
what together means
might we make the meaning of it
standing there all together
against nothing,
within the sky

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA

11.29.14

poem in a hand in a here in a how, poem in the glow from which what takes the air does come and in coming, becomes the word on which a hill is built. a hill of our hoping over which flies a flock of such bright and sudden surprise that we, on a ground, in a found such that we too are brought into the clear air of here.

poem in a hand in a here in a how,
poem in the glow from which
what takes the air does come
and in coming, becomes
the word on which a hill is built.
a hill of our hoping
over which flies a flock
of such bright and sudden surprise
that we, on a ground, in a found
such that we too are brought
into the clear air of here.

kf | Route 302, Littleton, NH

vision of an eye unblinking; language migrating departure into return; the rhythm beneath a thumb gently caressing my wrist; the thumb itself; truth and how it fills the mouth pronouncing it; love and that you knew i would write it; light that breaks even itself; loss and the labyrinth of silence; the sky with its unassuming moon; a glass of water and each soul that fills it; now; and again; mothers; justice; poetry; patience; you. do we not submit ourselves to these forces from which we hope mercy to come

vision of an eye unblinking;
language migrating departure into return;
the rhythm beneath a thumb
gently caressing my wrist;
the thumb itself;
truth and how it fills the mouth
pronouncing it;
love and that you knew i would write it;
light that breaks even itself;
loss and the labyrinth of silence;
the sky with its unassuming moon;
a glass of water and each soul that fills it;
now; and again;
mothers;
justice;
poetry;
patience;
you.
do we not submit ourselves to these forces
from which we hope mercy to come

kc | Locust Street, Northampton, MA

11.28.14

blue is a way of blinking of breathing in the cold, of dreaming of diving for the underwater moon. (moon as in reason you can see your breath leaving you. moon as in poem. blue as in room.)

blue is a way of blinking
of breathing in the cold,
of dreaming of diving
for the underwater moon.
(moon as in reason
you can see your breath
leaving you.
moon as in poem.
blue as in room.)

kf | Jodo Way, Bethlehem, NH

 and here, too: abundance every austere surface serving, ever now a sacred site of light


and here, too:
abundance
every austere surface
serving,
ever now
a sacred site of light

kc | Route 1, Stonington, CT

11.27.14

flock long gone, but here comes the family. hear them laughing in a room called 'all these branches.' sticking, like wet inches to every sweet and passing minute.

flock long gone, but
here comes the family.
hear them laughing in a room
called ‘all these branches.’
sticking, like wet inches
to every sweet and passing minute.

kf | studio, Bethlehem, NH

what is reverence but to hold in vision each shifting shade each change every slightest lightening of grey to light to grey again letting each day rearrange me so to roll out a new order of old words which anyway are each just my way of saying -grateful-.

what is reverence
but to hold in vision
each shifting shade
each change
every slightest lightening of grey
to light to grey again letting
each day rearrange me
so to roll out a new order
of old words which
anyway
are each just my way
of saying -grateful-.

kc | deck, Stonington, MA

11.26.14

sky, take the sounds lay hush upon listen make gentle: erase all my outlines and arguments. replace them with blinking, soften the edge, accumulate quiet in the lowercase night.

sky, take the sounds
lay hush upon listen
make gentle: erase all
my outlines and arguments.
replace them with blinking,
soften the edge,
accumulate quiet in the
lowercase night.

kf | Main Street, Bethlehem, NH

within this storm--solace, these seams where one thing so easily leads to another; the water rising its way back, the land falling all day into the open palm of the sky

within this storm–solace,
these seams where one thing
so easily leads to another;
the water rising its way back,
the land falling
all day
into the open palm of the sky

kc | dining room, Stonington, CT

11.25.14

body plus body plus reaching plus body, and leaning and body and reaching and linked. arms reaching, sky body, ground body, leaning body, field body, light body, fallen body and held. held body. holy body. body fallen. body held. how the many-bodied moving body bears witness to grief.

body plus body plus reaching
plus body, and leaning and body
and reaching and linked.
arms reaching, sky body,
ground body, leaning body, field
body, light body, fallen body and held.
held body. holy body. body fallen.
body held.
how the many-bodied moving body
bears witness to grief.

kf | Rocks Estate, Bethlehem, NH

in this ending i must begin to sear away the oblivion populated by bodies charred in this dark keep my hands eyes up open heart mind find some way that my throat might open around words to wail whisper spit into this day after day privilege allows again to end with only the sun burning at my horizon

in this ending i must begin
to sear away the oblivion
populated by bodies charred
in this dark
keep my hands eyes up
open heart mind
find some way
that my throat might
open
around words to wail
whisper spit into this day
after day privilege allows
again to end
with only the sun burning
at my horizon

kc | Burts Pit Road, Northampton, MA

11.24.14

i know not how to reconcile that i can smile under my sky while another weeps, or fights a war deep into a night that will not end or bend to reason. i know not how, except to try to make myself a light. and shine. no 'there but for grace go i.' there is but one sky, and so: there, but for the why we must keep going.

i know not how to reconcile
that i can smile under my sky
while another weeps, or fights a war
deep into a night that will not end
or bend to reason.
i know not how, except to try
to make myself a light. and shine.
no ‘there but for grace go i.’
there is but one sky, and so:
there, but for the why we must keep going.

kf | Main Street, Bethlehem, NH

hope will not ask if you are ready, if you have nested yourself steady praying humbly enough to no longer seek proof of the truth; no, like the bird to its own feathered reflection it will beat at you assuming (as it should) that you will know what to do.

hope will not ask if you are ready,
if you have nested yourself steady
praying humbly enough
to no longer seek proof of the truth;
no, like the bird
to its own feathered reflection
it will beat at you
assuming
(as it should)
that you will know
what to do.

kc | North Branch Road, Hadley, MA

11.23.14

a sky in which i find myself making tender declarations like: a window is a way to love yourself in what you see, and: leaning is to longing as winter coming is to making room for blue.

a sky in which i find myself
making tender declarations
like: a window is a way to love
yourself in what you see,
and: leaning is to longing
as winter coming
is to making room for blue.

kf backyard, Bethlehem, NH

you must walk deep into a wood unknown, follow the path you've chosen, you must never imagine you'll find a reservoir of sky unfrozen

you must walk deep into a wood
unknown,
follow the path you’ve
chosen,
you must never imagine you’ll find
a reservoir of sky
unfrozen

kc | Greenfield Reservoir, Leyden, MA

11.22.14

a lamppost is a conversation between you and the blue grey passing of time. verticality is the comfort i often forget. what i want is some company. what i want is light upon light in the paradise/parking lot.

a lamppost is a conversation
between you and the blue grey
passing of time.
verticality is the comfort i often forget.
what i want is some company.
what i want is light upon light
in the paradise/parking lot.

kf | parking lot, Littleton, NH

our light would grace every horizon if we lived in the city of the sun mark each beginning and ending though we, ourselves, would know none; we'd have no need for watches, hiding oneself would seem dumb and our patience would be endless no longer waiting for the brightness to come

our light would grace every horizon
if we lived in the city of the sun
mark each beginning and ending
though we, ourselves, would know none;
we’d have no need for watches,
hiding oneself would seem dumb
and our patience would be endless
no longer waiting for the brightness to come

kc | Mill Valley Road, Hadley, MA