endearment |
our love is nottwo hands held walking through the park;it is two hands about the throattumbling through the leaves.our love is not a kiss upon the cheek;it is a bite and bleeding lips.our love is not ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 11:50:00 GMT |
tribute |
i wrote a poem about democracy,it was voted least likely to succeedi wrote a poem about freedom of speech,but it was censored for obscenitiesi wrote a poem about leadership,but it took a back seat - s...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 14:38:00 GMT |
roadside |
I saw you, you didn't see meI saw the sagging backpack, the thumb, rainclouds and distantheat lightening lighting up the heights of the sky -I saw you, you didn't see me;your frowning eyebrows; wet, w...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 15:28:00 GMT |
all watched over |
my daughter dreams of glaciers in the desert (mountains pretending to be serpents, sidewinding slowly across the sand, swallowing whole cities and canyons in their vast, cold shadows). she dreams of s...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:23:00 GMT |
a changing of the guards |
A slice of orange sunslipped between the window and curtainto fall upon the wall.I stared at itthrough bleary eyeswhile totteringbetween sleeping and waking,standing-swayingin front of the toilet.Here...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 11:13:00 GMT |
The Finder |
Two men came in the window; one, on a beam of light; the other on his shadow. I saw the dust motes scatter, held my breath. Not moving, skin blended with the wall as the two bent in and looked about. ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:48:00 GMT |
Random Notepad Entry |
We took a tube from the station, just the two of us: jetting over the city like a silver bullet down a glass barrel. She sat, trying to act cool, while still craning that long neck of hers to look out...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 08:16:00 GMT |
ten after midnight |
i.I let the dog out at midnightand stand in the snowboots untiedii.she leaps and catches flakeson her nose as they falllike starsiii.my feelings are obsoleteiv.like your scarsv.we lit words that summe...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 14:55:00 GMT |
visit |
it poured out and over and down, the dribble of food, of mush, slopping down the side of his chin: a steady flow of oatmeal dripped back into the bowl over which he hunched, to horde and protect the g...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 18:42:00 GMT |
the last of me |
these pills taste of winterspilling out on my breathonto the tilethe white tilewhite like her fleshlike her faceshinning outsidethe ice wreathed windowamong stars, among branchesshivering black branch...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 08:48:00 GMT |
