Author Archives: kaweah

(small world)

The universe seems to be Very big, and who’s to say   it’s alone. Somewhere out there,   someone is just like you. Somewhere out there, Someone just like you   is walking With someone like me. Maybe they aren’t that   far from here. © 2013–14 Kaweah  

The Peace-Loving Elements

The cataract grinds away the granite But water only wants to find a low place And take the form of its container, Conform to make its peace. Earth falls too— Crashes down on itself Till the land is level, At peace. The wind blows savage over the plain, Falls from ridge to trough and The […]

Suffocants 19

They breathe only what can be inhaled from others. That is their way. When you had no more air for them, their memory of you was a bible. They buried the book and mourned it as you lay breathless, solitary, according to their law. They encircled their book, making weeping sounds, embalming it in rose […]

Meeting Minutes

A fool question, but a safe one, he figures. Wouldn’t want to give her the wrong idea—or worse yet, the right one. “São Paulo,” she replies, as if he were there, not lost somewhere between the eyes and mouth, where it can be hard to hear anything. ”Is that somewhere near Ipanema?,” he wonders—aloud, and she […]

Jeffers and Fire

Here’s the presentation that I delivered (in part, having run out of time) at the 20th conference of the Robinson Jeffers Association in Carmel, California on February 16, 2014. It might interest anyone into Robinson Jeffers, the Central Coast of California, fire, Moby-Dick, Heraclitus, Zoroastrianism, etc. Fire as God in the Poetry of Robinson Jeffers […]

Original Sin

To the poet Robinson Jeffers, the eagle is a symbol of something like divine consciousness. Man, in contrast, is more like an inauspicious microbe. Man and eagle do have this in common: they both use fire. This is obvious in the case of man. For Jeffers, the eagle is an opportunist, seeking game and carrion […]

The Advent of Stone

a trap so baited was laid to catch you when the world began, before the granite foundation [1] Before the granite was bedded to build the world on [2] age-reddened granite that was the world’s cradle [3] One of the themes that appeared in earnest when Robinson Jeffers published Tamar and Other Poems was the […]

Elijah’s Burnt Offerings

When our son Michael was ten years old, he’d been given a school assignment to find two poems. When I saw what Michael had found I was a little shocked. Soon after that, his teacher reported to us that Michael’s choices weren’t appropriate for 5th grade. They were both Jeffers poems. If memory serves, one […]

Reservoirs

In the desert there is much sun    but little fire. Look to where the sea clouds Spray the earth, there The sun stores its spark In grasses, shrubs, trees, And bakes them    till it escapes. © 2013 Kaweah  

Hotel Jericho

Old Jacksonboro Road crosses the Savannah Highway within a half hour of Charleston. The junction has a name: Jericho. Today it is considered part of the town of Adams Run (as though you know where that is).   Jericho was once the site of a hotel, a store with gas pumps named Caison’s Groceries, and […]