December 2009
4 posts
Poem: Illuminating the subtle (Or much ado...)
i. the wicked amongst us rest easy inhale night like a promise too difficult to keep they share freely breathe deeply sleep soundly the moon shines like a mistake at 2 am ii. we halo seekers think the stars too busy for daylight wait for the sun or noon time for the living dead angels dance circles around you we bright like loving too soon a caring so hard you can feel it in...
Archive: And The Wind Cries Mary
Thanking you all for permission to do both. I wanted to write something new. Wanted to tell him of all that he’s missed since he was away. I’m desperate to show him Youtube. I want to talk to him about Barack and Michelle. And Malia and Sasha. I want to talk TV. The new reality shows that have popped up after we swore that this “reality show thing wouldn’t catch...
Archive: Historical ReEnactments
Historical Re-enactments (Relations with a stranger is a one night stand. Relations with someone you’ve already been with is a historical re-enactment) asked you to stay the night too late to drive so far I said had your safety in mind surprised when you said yes the way you did mumbling something about winter in the city and snow I shrugged too tired to discuss offered you the...
Archive: She Is (poem)
she is Editing poems for the book. Which means re-editing old poems. tangled mass uncertain weaves false confidence bravado she takes little chances lives life grateful afraid wishes for small miracles expects no answers faith has always been a matter of interpretation she only believes in god accidentally disbelief would take too much proof and she doesn’t have the time she tells...