my happiness |
A glance over the shoulder left salt in my eyes.
I am roaming over that moment, like a ghost roams for her baby.
Where did I leave my happiness?
Posted by hannah zhalih on Tue, 06 May 2008 01:28:00 PST |
Fit |
I want to be as perfect as a rodentevery bone in order. Quick as impulse throbbing with lifehidden for the most part.I want to be as clean as a mouseslick as silver mercury spills from the thermometer...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Mon, 05 May 2008 09:20:00 PST |
stone throw |
A bird passes through usan airplane disappears intothe clouds of your kaleidoscopeeyes, they swallow everything and bleedeach color another stone, each stonea throw into the deep lungs of water.We wan...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Thu, 01 May 2008 01:19:00 PST |
in dreams, my name |
I have seen Africa. It is blue, and the water is wide as an elephants back as it carries you downstream. That is my Africa. My wet Africa on which The nights drift like oars into my hands. I row unti...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 08:46:00 PST |
Walk |
The blackberries that shone sweaty like the backs of ants are shrinking now with all the eyes of summer. The last flowers waiting to catch light like flies will swallow the...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:10:00 PST |
Bend |
Ocean, you kept me here.Sifting crystal from the sand--I wavered, you followed my sorrow to resolve. My mother will thank you for this time you spent on me.I wish I had known you before t...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 02:21:00 PST |
Deficit-- For Zhal by Holl |
the land sits on your toungeas big as your voicecracking in answerto the strangerclutching tough like the swollen balloonof god's foreign countrybasking tilt of drought and lineof muscle tumbling mad ...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 08:22:00 PST |
Fall |
What do you smell in the fall?The crisp enourmity of loss.Now ask me.What do you smell in the fall?...Ask me again, ....your eyes full of leaves and shades I've never seen so brave in this rustle of e...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 08:54:00 PST |
Trails |
This hour went solemnly after the last--Incomplete, to prove another chapter waitsdespite every resolve I mustered to complete me.I am not one who leaves a trail of bread crumbs.I try to get lost, or ...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 04:44:00 PST |
walks |
This block arrest I fear less than my palpatating threatsthat up in smoke my heart will go burnt out on treks to the store.If I had errands, they're unrun, packed in the closet where they serve ...
Posted by hannah zhalih on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 02:15:00 PST |
