Faith (Prose) |
Stars tumbled out of the sky the night we fought. Like good gymnasts they stuck their landings. Toes pointed, bellies taught. Had I applauded you would have hung up. You were already upset, throat sor...
Posted by jaye on Mon, 21 May 2007 09:51:00 PST |
a little heat |
sweetgrass smudged throughout the house makes me think earth just yawned. maybe she did. soon, magma will come oozing out of the cracks in the floor & chase the bottoms of my feet, thre...
Posted by jaye on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 10:33:00 PST |
plight of the patient girl watching the sky |
& she holds her horses with both hands, hooves kicking her stomach, bruising the skin, causing internal bleeding. being battered is not enough. stars need the promise of a real commitm...
Posted by jaye on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 06:45:00 PST |
a letter to kent (in march) |
& clinging to raindrops like skydivers to parachutes, are distractions of every kind. they crash into the windows, press their faces against the glass, peek at my things, disturb my peace. someone...
Posted by jaye on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 09:49:00 PST |
perhaps another time? |
we were supposed to perform a ritual, kent & me, in honor of the new moon, which night will unwrap like a birthday present before it is displayed for everyone. oh, well....
Posted by jaye on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 05:44:00 PST |
on how magic is made |
savannah had darkened like a bruise, even in that early part of saturday, still picking over its breakfast of buckwheat pancakes & strawberry slices. a storm less than fifteen ...
Posted by jaye on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 11:51:00 PST |
under a mashed potato sky |
put your ear to the earth & you will hear trees locking roots, the grunts of moles clinging. a storm with no name & no business in a leotard is traveling north, determined to show everyone tha...
Posted by jaye on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 12:42:00 PST |
a poem shared |
"between wtiches"
listen.you must refrain from coming hereuntil after the sunhas loweredinto the mouth of a mountain.wait two hours& remember to wear your cloakthe one we snatched off the night's ...
Posted by jaye on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 07:52:00 PST |
when ugliness turns to beauty |
oh, dear. someone or something is prolonging this saturday with its fickle sunlight & cool air. viking weather. the sky is not a sky at all but an ocean of herring, eggs where clouds should be. we...
Posted by jaye on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 04:11:00 PST |
friday report for kent |
spring has finally come out of her room, face red as watermelon meat & sticky with tears. when it dries she plans to brush off the salt & use it to season her food. that is, when her appetite ...
Posted by jaye on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 03:11:00 PST |
