53/365
February 22, 2012 at 12:12 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: all heart
Calico
The beginning is
never enough. Your kiss
uncurls like
treasure maps, hot
Frosting,
cinnamon to
pull apart and
Anchors, always
anchors.
Reeling away
at your
calico heart.
52/365
February 21, 2012 at 12:59 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: till then
Everett
Take careful stock of
empty. The room there is
to swim
in double spaces. Take
four strokes, breathe, take four
strokes,
breathe, take four strokes,
tuck, turn, breathe. Set
everything you’ve shouldered
out
to sea.
39/365
February 8, 2012 at 1:39 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: till then
Till Then
A time will come
to walk North.
Willows
usher the way.
Clouds wait.
22/365
January 22, 2012 at 4:58 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: haiku
Haiku
You waited.
I was waiting too
No one knew.
17/365
January 17, 2012 at 1:33 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: eternity
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 commentTags: you know who
(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 commentTags: for instance
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
Unknown.
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 CommentNew
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 commentNew
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 commentTags: haiku
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 commentGifts
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 commentGifts
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 commentDecember
v.
Even in
Winter.
Flowers bloom.
345/365
December 9, 2011 at 11:51 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a commentDecember
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.
342/365
December 8, 2011 at 12:30 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a commentDecember
iii.
Everything afire.
Wild geese
Chasing where you kiss.
341/365
December 7, 2011 at 10:11 pm | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a commentDecember
ii.
There you are.
Waiting for
the floor to dry.
Sweeping everything but need
away.
And sweeping.
339/365
December 5, 2011 at 1:35 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a commentDecember
i.
Waking you to watch
first snowflakes.
Winter’s fire flies.
308/365
November 4, 2011 at 12:00 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment(About) Technology
Being framed in a book is not the end of
things. Even after the cover closes. And the
lights go out. Paragraphs mingle and whisper
in tongues. Readers strike matches.
Heroines nod.
307/365
November 3, 2011 at 12:00 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment(About) the Truth
The truth can be hard to put a finger on. Like a
trigger. Only not like pulling the trigger, because
everyone knows the reader will get the last
word.
Not the girl.
306/365
November 2, 2011 at 12:00 am | Posted in Pick 52 | Leave a comment(About) the Photograph
The photograph will grow on you. Slowly at
first, then blossom in the dead of winter like a
Jade. One day, you’ll realize the photograph
has been studying you. Watching you come
and go. Knitting as you wash dishes.
Rearranging blankets on the couch. Yellowing.
Yesterday, it followed you outside. To the
edge of the fire.
The photograph is never distracted by
heroines, however old-fashioned, ill-fated or
shrewd. It is content to watch you read.
It would be nice if the photo would stop.
Maybe a restraining order. In what defense?
The photograph swallowed you whole long
ago with a thousand words.
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