Here is a sample poem from those I read at this reading last Saturday:
Specters of The Ghosts We Once Were
Picture a family of friends
in a tree
We spread out
among the branches
and sit down
and let our legs hang
above water
as if walking
on air
One will wear a hat
and keep the leaves from his hair
One will strip down
to his waist
and feel the wind
wrap itself
around his chest
speak
to his skin
Another
will hold hands with a girl
and the two
will make the branches sway
with the talk
of their love
Still one
will look off
across the water
thinking of the time
when light flowed back
over the earth
and washed the corners
of the winds dry
He thinks
of the far-off time
when his forefathers
slept cradled up here
flowers
refreshing the wild scent
of beasts
patrolling
down below
the footpad
on blown leaf
in the darkness
the moon
peering down
through mottled shadow
screech
of night owl
and whimper
of a dying mouse
The night
keeps its secrets
in the branches of our lives
where the eternal sea of the womb
swirls
in milky currents
with the sigh
of south winds
It wets to the touch
with the mist of the ground fog
It carries the specters
of the ghosts
we once were
that people
our dreams
A question
arises with the moon
and stretches across the sky
it will go down
with the dawn
when our memories
die