Archive for the 'Poetry' Category
sickeningly sweet pseudo-comfort costs $2.49 at market basket
he train almost left you here love, but it took you with my kiss. i leaned against the bruise-colored metal and watched for your face by the window; i didn’t find it and the man who helped you leave today told me “he’ll be fine.” i know i wanted to say, that’s not why i’m [...]
Posted on May 4, 2008 Filed Under Journal, Poetry | Leave a Comment
what warwick looks like
when does the green become different from the next green?
will the shorn grass blades smell differently in the thickened balmy air?
will the stones that make up the foundations of the faith be any less stable and steady?
the wide open spaces feel the same in their distance, the expanses pushing themselves out and out and out [...]
Posted on April 27, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
the stevedore
I am no stevedore.
The cargo is mine, but I don’t have the strength.
The water is wide and large ships are built to carry.
I cannot man a crane or load or empty.
I have not prepared for such weight.
There is too much water in me to load the water in the world.
I should be able to bear [...]
Posted on April 15, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
a flimsy curl of flying paper
there is much empty space below,
darkness creeping in on the towns like bright fabric tears.
if i drink enough gingerale,
its bite will slide sparkling gold down my hot cheeks when i shed tears.
the roaring silence of flying is punctuated
by a traveling couple, their chatter cutting tears.
if anyone should look up tonight, they’d see
a flashing redandwhite and [...]
Posted on April 14, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
heaviness
In stasis the weight
comes from the length of the wait.
Eyes close in the darkness,
and open to find they’ve adjusted to the black weight.
Raucous rage of voice flows
from the silence of the wait.
Time pushes and there is an edge for falling,
an abyss to swallow the weight.
A heaviness presses, but does not crush
(yet), so we wait.
Anticipation is [...]
Posted on April 8, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
stasisestina
it’s hard to stop a train
but mine’s waiting in the middle of a wheat field.
the flowers grow around the wheels, traces
tethering the ox to the cart so the beasts don’t run away.
the sleepers lay straight and sure but the cars don’t move.
the cars don’t move and neither do i.
clear blue passes over me like eyes,
(yours [...]
Posted on April 7, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
52 days
There has been a taste of summer in the air.
Some say it is strawberry wine. Some say it is blackberry smear on the faces of children. Some say it is piles of grass clippings on the edge of the road. Some say it is sunburns, or clear warm nights or ocean mists or salty sweat [...]
Posted on March 31, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
House of Cards
I play poker all the time but I have to stop writing my secrets on the backs of the cards.
My opponents read them and snicker.
When I ask what’s funny, they tell me things like “I got a 6 and a 9 of hearts.”
I hold the cards in my right hand.
They tilt to the left; that’s [...]
Posted on March 26, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Disattaching
I’m rupturing the membranes holding me in this fleshy peach womb. It’s soft between my fingers and on the backs of my knees and under my chin; I breathe it in -the softness.
When I am born it will be coldness sharped-edged and I will cry, but it will be better than letting the salty water [...]
Posted on March 9, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Tonight
I could walk until the dawn tonight. Just put one foot in front of the other until the sky gets lighter and the mess in my head becomes a bit less tangled.
I could weave blisters into my flesh with all there is to think tonight. Everything’s progressed naturally and still nothing is like what I [...]
Posted on March 4, 2008 Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
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