Daily Archives: April 1, 2012

(a shadorma) This pane has been between us long enough; we seek, slate sky weeps, for this pain has been be -tween us long enough.  

(a Triolet) She longs for ocean’s salty skin but her feet are buried in sand. The wind is wearing her heart thin, she longs for ocean’s salty skin. She weeps from places deep within fine fairy dust in outstretched hand; … Continue reading →

(after Adrienne Rich) I know you are reading this poem bleary-eyed from trying to write your own, lost and tossed on your torrid phrases, afraid the shore will never show. I know you are reading this poem through saltwater of … Continue reading →

Sticks beat stones any day, he thinks as he collects them in broken, welted arms, bones up on architecture and the art of word structure; builds a safe place to learn to fly.    

(a mirror poem) Look, Am I here in this glass? To be, I must dim how I see. Oh, I see. How dim must I be to glass this in? Here I am. Look.    

No cape. (She tripped on it once and that was the end of that.) She’s got the bionic ear and the six-million dollar arm and the super sight (with some villain-blasting lasers thrown in for good measure). She can run … Continue reading →

In the end she still isn’t sure if it was the conjugation (we love, she loves, he loves) she misunderstood or the tense (I love you, I loved you) or the meaning itself (please stay, please stay away), but the … Continue reading →

He thrusts his words out into the world like shotgun shells bares his fists  his soul with every statement every s-s-syllable a two-ton weight against the posts inside his tired lungs tongue tied in knots; but he has things he … Continue reading →