an experiment in permaculture poetics





we have been in scientific studies


down towns    sub urbs    square fields    high ways


we found miniature pears, apples, and cherries to eat




a bed, a composting toilet, a desk and a bath


                   a tense buzz of birds


                                      warming to the mineral taste


                                                  around which violets gathered




     rhythm the yeses back


     atmosphere's ripe with nutrients


     this off camber falling




rough and arbitrary hardnesses


                 we sleep as the dust of the mountain


                                    left out on a mountainside at birth




in a time when time was


         among yellow flowers:


it's not snowing yet, it's wind in your ears





Spiral Orb is an experiment in juxtaposition, interrelationships, and intertextuality—a cross-pollination. This opening poem composts fragments from each of the pieces in Spiral Orb One. Standing both as the opening poem and as the table of contents, each line is embedded with a hyperlink to its original poem. Once at each poem, you will find links to the other poems in Spiral Orb One. Anticipate the poems making contact with one another in an odd and perfect manner.

Current Spiral Orb.


For more on Spiral Orb and for the next submission period, see What Is.