What you see here, now, happened long ago...
It all went limp -the bags, the cobwebs, the rain.even the chains - even the chains,draped loose as curtains, brush the floor.Even the gray stain on the pillow slippeda bit before pausing, the hinge unhung the door.And all the several fibrous hums -the fridge, the gripe, the train, the pipe -an octave lower than before.... Continue Reading →
Each,we carrythe full weight of heaven,the piled dust that probes a cloudand falls upon a lockunruly in a faint breeze. Are we the air orthe stroke that cleaves it?Who’s to know. Who’s to resist the gas pullof Jupiter on this morn, westrung out like bandsof flax and false renditionsof self and need as tautas the... Continue Reading →
She the better part of a Thursday. She the sag wire and the juice run through it -she every porchlight, every red dot speckleon screens too big and sleeps too small. She the snooze alarm. She the copper Chardonnayon the back of my tonguelapping at some old kidney stone -some plump liver soon to rust.She... Continue Reading →
I know silence, I breathe silence, I am silence. But when the harsh winds streak among the ash, when the leaves are stripped green, when gaunt tarnished limbs hiss resilience, I must humbly bow my head, and whisper, to the fallen bark and leaves, lift my petty eyes, to the bones of trees, and whimper.... Continue Reading →