Tag Archives: Dah Helmer

There is only this before after a couple of moments then now those who have those who have not A sadness of ages younger older accessible not accessible rejection indifference those who know those who do not There is only … Continue reading →

Because in the beginning we were without language this then is the account There were words beneath our skin souls talking teaching us memories of self This is how we arrived with a birth-cut longer than eternity Because the gray … Continue reading →

No one understands how dark erases light They call it sunset old skin Moon is born blind like the inside of deep caves deep caves are hot like the middle of a throat Then there is the gray line between … Continue reading →

In morning’s mirror the unforgiving light tortures his face and digs into the trenches Caught in the reflection his exhausted expression from uneasy dreams is not amusing and still there’re parts of his mind that’re entertained From what he can … Continue reading →

How many times must I reach for the wind knowing that the movements of leaves are all I can touch? Last night I woke to the sluggish lungs of dense rain breathing, to the wet wheezing against the panes; downspouts … Continue reading →

No one has seen time stop, not now, not then; the sun never fails to keep its distance, daytime crosses over, a colorful seamless moment. In the eye of this chilled eve a lump of darkness collapses and spreads its … Continue reading →

Earth, builder of beauty; her plumb line: a still point, precious center, damp minerals. What I’m composing are earth-words: a swathe of heat, painted deserts, morning musk, saguaro green. Upon my lips, misted whispers: a fog’s low roots, moist glaze, … Continue reading →

As if praying, white clouds cross blue sky’s bright light; a slither of breeze on a perch: in its summer’s width, the air is hot, nearly still, glassy and free. The horizon’s thin sepia haze whistles, flickers, chips away at … Continue reading →

If you close your eyes and stand still, you can feel yourself being pulled into the future, and holding on tightly causes an unwillingness to let go. River reeds hold to the mud: a steady drumming of current against the … Continue reading →