22/365

January 22, 2012 at 4:58 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a comment
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Haiku

You waited.
I was waiting too
No one knew.


17/365

January 17, 2012 at 1:33 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a comment
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Room

There are houses that
we live in. Bags of
bones and promise rivers
want
to wash away. There is

time, less left
to play with. Voices,
fingerprints and hearts
to throw. There are newborn

dreams to rock, mayflies
to catch and chase
with mirrors, Space
can’t help

but learn to fit
the way

We fill.


11/365

January 11, 2012 at 11:57 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a comment
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(distraction)

We could be eating pasta. Or
waiting for a left-turn
signal. Your elbow
comes to mind.

How I’ll hold
it.

Bite you.

10/365

January 10, 2012 at 11:36 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a comment
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No Body

If I wrote you a letter, It would start with
Hello. And ask about
The band.

And the letter would smile and forget
To explain things better left un
Penned.

And just before signing
The letter’s name
It would kiss you, Because
It’s a letter.

It can.

363/365

December 29, 2011 at 12:25 am | Posted in Pick 52 | 1 Comment

New
vii.

Why do you insist on
turning inward? Branches
curving in the wrong
directions. Limbs
growing heavy until you are hard
to move.

At night we share
an armchair rest. Swaying with
the trains.

The newest leaves
are heart-shaped, green like Spring
and shiny.

Why do you insist on
turning inward?





360/365

December 26, 2011 at 11:58 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment

New
vi.

The director of IT is
Requesting a password.

Pretending
To ask permission.

Applying service pack 10
Point 6
Point 3,
To the new version
Of me,

Now available
For download.





353/365

December 19, 2011 at 9:16 am | Posted in Greeting the Moon | Leave a comment

Gone
i.

Out of nowhere
Wind finds
Nowhere’s kisses.





347/365

December 13, 2011 at 12:04 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment

Gifts
ii.

These are words…

I found in a box.
By the back door.
Just outside a notebook.
Next to the tracks.
Still believing they could fly.

These I kept under my pillow.

These I kicked out.
Erased.
Let go.
By the side of the road.

These I buried.
Watered.
Transplanted in an
Unsuspecting dream.





346/365

December 12, 2011 at 12:01 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment

Gifts
i.

Everything you give away
I gather…

Green twine.
Red flower pots.

Polish for
The scruffy souls.





345/365

December 11, 2011 at 10:53 pm | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment

December
v.

Even in
Winter.
Flowers bloom.





345/365

December 9, 2011 at 11:51 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment

December
iv.

For the places that never
grow old.

For the secrets you never
told.

Oh for the curves and
the dips and
the swerves
and the pull of
outside and
the switch-back and
climb and the
curve

in the curves
of the road.





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