A sample poem--
Divining for Starters (16)
Out of the vernacular as the sky drains of light
The body heavy with a day’s work that gravity
What would it mean to aspire to transcendence?
The garden more lush with encroaching darkness
The slight tremble of branches, call it a knowledge
Not the self—think of consciousness as steam
Dispersal and absorption; possessive adjectives aside
There’s no knowing if willing it makes it so
Pooling again, with the drain and tremble
Something of appetite, of sensory reach
Cleave to, cleave from, believe what you will
Reassumed, gravity grows lush, pooling
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