Archive for November, 2010

Pursuit

I was irresponsible almost obsessively so I watched the grass grow green on the back porch then turn gray with the stone It took me almost a month to brush off the dust and breathe in a cloud of something new gone old I have spent a long time coughing up a lover from the [ READ MORE ]

Habit

The pill is a better blue and white than waves and seafoam the same pounding the same sweeping no one’s footprints lifted from feet Were those mine? Or have I become water, breathing? The sea from above the caps of waves like capsules like toenail clippings scattered below me or aligned on my crosshatch carpet [ READ MORE ]

Winter Ghazal

The cold sun recedes behind winter clouds saying “I’m just a star, not a god, please forgive me” The tree collapses back into itself roaring “I reached for the sky, now the ground must forgive me” The coveting crow spits feathers from inside its beak coughing “The blackbird should have learned how to sing a [ READ MORE ]

“Del Rigor en La Ciencia”

Sometime in childhood I invite you to the fountain in my front-yard Thinking this is water we can float in; play games together– “Blue Heron, Smallmouth Bass” a game I learned from the river “Drown the Leader” we taught each other Nowadays you tie wrists around my neck; kiss me breathless; Tell me how to [ READ MORE ]

Prana

I expect Love to come from the Heart of God *** Interesting, then, that god speaks Sometimes in thunderclaps, Sometimes in other kinds of friction– Wind through leaves grass and tree branches, air that creaks in floorboards, ceiling beams, and bed-springs In warm breath falling behind my ears saying, sometimes, I love you through god’s [ READ MORE ]

Rib

My Daughter – When you are born something will be missing from me. I will kiss you on your forehead, watch your hair grow out in wisps, and I will wonder what love is. Our cat is very special to me. My father knows me deeply. But I am afraid of strangers in my house; [ READ MORE ]

Vapor

If you were made out of water maybe it would be easier for you to seep in between the door and door-frame I could blame you, then, for the peeling paint on my ceiling and the stain on my bed I could write in the fog you’d leave on my window-pane A smile and saltwater [ READ MORE ]

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