Ray |
I am sharing this morning with an Amish beard.
The only two people in the room we are
Alone together, strangers.
He sucks his ancient teeth and reads the news I
Make coffee and put Tchaikovsky on t...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 09:42:00 GMT |
Lunar Eclipse |
Later than dusk; crisp with the sound of early geese, the smell of dead brown and the sense of perpetually coming frost
Twitching with wonder, grinning when the clouds finally break just enoug...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 13:17:00 GMT |
Mind Fuck |
I am shipwrecked; the only begotten daughter of splinters and the spume of this weird sea.
Borne alone upon sile...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 03:08:00 GMT |
Firsts |
Haiku Series I
Black shroud protect me
Willingly went to the chair
Paid her to cut me
Long; it was with me
We spent years on the same mind
Bound up in two claws
Time to amputat...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 20:48:00 GMT |
Tumble |
Ugmph obese twist, rise slowly and roll this growing beast down yet another dangerous hill. Every day new loss of hope and fresh lack of self. Twang it shot itself an arrow. Priv...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 08:40:00 GMT |
Haley |
We hug and make cups of tea
I do not know where to put this pain
Hurt for my baby girl and her baby girl
We just take turns crying.
Newly emptied room stands ready.
Waiting bassinet
Closet full...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 23:54:00 GMT |
You Never Said No - a Memoriam |
We had a good run of it, didn't we, Darling? Yes, sir, we certainly gave it a hellova go 'round...
One thing I loved abo...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 01:06:00 GMT |
coup de lune / coup de soleil |
borrowed smoke fills my lungs
this drink is mixed with passion and ice
but no pear.
two men sit close, bent with laughter
our knees and lower cheeks wet with dew,
my soul shivers radiant
...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 00:25:00 GMT |
with Hands |
For some reason I enjoy the intimacy of hands-on-dish erasure; this never ending cycle. It is comforting to create sustenance in a receptacle, to nourish myself, then to manually wipe away the r...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 23:40:00 GMT |
Fragmented Motorcycle Cogitations |
Astride this dark rushing machine, roaring through this warm April evening; soft and gusty. The wind on my lips and too much hair whipping restlessly across my back. Sun is slowly dis...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 00:41:00 GMT |
