Monthly Archives: April 2012

I remember before the words came when the world still lay gray and my heart pulled, pooled full at the edges and I didn’t yet know how to spill it. I remember when the first phrase played across my young … Continue reading →

It’s the intermezzo that messes with her this pallid palaver in between notes, this infernal intermission while the cadre waits, caught as the conductor’s mastoid profile milks his moment in the spotlight, bilks their precious momentum, waxes quixotic about the … Continue reading →

As kids we played this game where we squished the setting sun (I’m crushing your head!) between pointer finger and thumb as it set in the crimson sky. I remember feeling powerful, large all of that fire, heat snuffed out … Continue reading →

               let’s                    not                  look            back.                     just              fade                 to                   black. .

  Trace that filament on the horizon, the bleed of all we are, uncontainable. The day is tumbling loose from this scarlet sky, and I am filled, spilled, fallen too – in, out of will, grace, time. Please: hold these … Continue reading →

                                                              illustration credit: vanilla puddle   Plant these words. I … Continue reading →

                                                                photo by mama zen . green iris opens … Continue reading →

  Miss Angelina Jolie has lips softly stung by a honeybee. She’s fond of lipstick, adultery, adoption But marriage? Not yet an option.   .

He’s reading Wallace Stevens again, gray bare places spilled free; he soaks them in, clad only in his own saltwater skin. .

(a Triolet) I don’t care much for alabaster skin I like a guy with a tan. I’m fond of daylight, always have been. I don’t care much for alabaster skin. I’m sorry for your toothy chagrin, but I’m hungry for … Continue reading →