Clouds and Trees

"Nothing ever goes away enough or arrives enough,/ and I want to cry when I think of my heart,/ muscle pounding in muscle, greedy always for joy." – 'A Warning', Eric Anderson

Month: October, 2010

The Fall

It feels as if this
must be the season for writers


Color rips through the pale backdrop —
beauty inked into a blank page
A thin coat of paint over quiet fear —
the inevitable fade

Its name – The Fall —
says something about the first wilting
of The Garden
where Man is the leaves
each falling, in time, to the browning ground
where they will become The Earth
and they can’t resist glancing up
at the sky-lined tree branches
which, relative to them, will live forever



I feel warm underwater
and cold on bathroom tile


Your hair stuck to the shower curtain
The clogged drain claiming
She was once here
in the words of backed up water
you washed yourself off with.

The mirror remembers you
in the way that mirrors do
in smeared hand-shaped steam stains
right below mine
where you would make yourself
up in the morning
and down at night

When you would leave the little room
in a flood of watery air
because your body remembers me
in the way that bodies do
I would stay behind
take my eyes off of you
make contact with the mirror
for a minute or two
while I pretend to shave
and you pretend to fall asleep
lying in the other room


I could write poems
about where it is okay
for me to kiss you

5 Ways of Being

Cat kills Crow
Dog takes ten years
to find feathers
Boar chases wet path
down muddy hill
Cow smiles
and continues to eat
its own stomach