this is a political poem |
Writing in my bed on November 5th andthere's a red ribbon streaked across my pillow.
No, don't think of blood, I'm speaking literally.
Outside, the air wraps itself in rain-whimpers and slowly tiptoes...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:06:00 GMT |
Love |
At my brother's wedding the minister faced a problem. My brother's fiancee was Christian while he followed no religion. So the minister asked them for help on how to direct the service. They told him ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 08:41:00 GMT |
the new year |
Everyone has days that bounce through their brains like recurring dreams, but mine tend to be arbitrary like the Gregorian calendar, like waiting for a ball to drop. 10On New Years Eve we assemble t...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 22:54:00 GMT |
revolution |
So if this is friendshipI’m gonna buy a ticket to Australia ’cause I need to see you again like I need holes in my head and God all I want right now is some American beauty.So look into my...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 21:46:00 GMT |
glass cases |
Holden said that some things should be put in museum glass cases so that they never change with time. I watch a boy enter high school and crumble to dust. That's him with the black bagg...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 20:03:00 GMT |
spring |
the weather may be winterbut all sources point to springas swift-reaching seedlingsare disturbing my sleep with their curiosityand soft ambitious rootsthis sleeplessness is hardly newsometimes I blur ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 23:51:00 GMT |
sun worship |
It's days like this that make everything in life worth getting through. Life is warm and warmth is comforting. Spontaneous love sparkles in tree branches and shop windows. I take deep breaths to savor...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 17:58:00 GMT |
ink, as usual |
you are perfect grammarand a crimson cloakslow forming callousesa wintry metaphorof distant weatherand cackling womenoutside my windowapologetic whimperstossed back like shotsI am the reasonfor lines ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 17:56:00 GMT |
a brief history |
They tell you to write what you know. So I wrote soft kisses on the cheek. Soft kisses from a best friend whose cheeks I wished were lips. I wrote the shimmering reflections from my...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 18:50:00 GMT |
a toast |
we clink for dropping ballsand its all love and laughtercoats my tonguewith the warmth ofall of us togetherlips lock across a timezoneand somewhere a child's breathbubbles one last timetheir glass dra...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 14:59:00 GMT |
