Sunny onset

When the city evaporates
Condensed behind fog
I cannot wait to be there-
Keeping my blades sharp
Cutting like a leafs crinkle-
My wheels rolling
Strong young puppy running
Veggies steaming
Sprouts slowly curling from the dirt
Earth as it is
Under the eye of the watchful
Bountiful long nights
Warmer tea-
Soon there will be a group of me
Raising hands
Stamping feet
And I will join them in the chant
To live! Live! To see this cold come to an end.

By Jason Murak

Ceremony Circle

Palmer licked the dew from a baby bamboo plant. Darker colored trees and damper earth made it feel like a completely different part of the country; West Virginia or even a lush Buddhist garden in portlAnd. The monk statue smiles as Palmer digs. The hills are furry with cactus. Two fire juggling sticks lay next to a box of matches.
I’m reading this book about a study with acid. I’m quite sure I’ve never taken it.
Except right now, turning the pages they must all be dosed!
Because as I read I envision a ghost
Drawing a book from the library.
Pretending he was interested in the old human sciences.
He is pleasant now, he spent his life passing through walls and under arches.
Today all the plants lay flat. It rained this morning. And the old book was left outside
To wrinkle and burn


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Huddled up

Out there I know
Brothers walk to hide from rain
I offer my dry
Blanketed we all try -
Under a tree where dirt don’t stain

Disheveled and heavy with decision
They crept for years to meet under a roof
Desolate trinkets break the proof
Shackled to the toy chest
The gavel smacks; rest

I was running late for my court date
My jitters roused me from the bench
I dreamt a place I’d rather be-
Middle of the court room
Pitching a tent

Problems excite me
Communities collapse and leave the evidence
Like receipts on Wall Street
Or the fortunes outside Chinese food carts
Blurred by rain

A chef once said
Appreciate the mundane
My pockets filled with Mung beans
Heart heavy headed down Mulberry
And the sprouts tickled up my thigh

A few hours passed and wet became dry
Began observing with my fingers
A foreign thumb rubbed on mine
I’d love a kiss by a Gemini
Cuddled ruckus on the train