Close the blinds,
don’t let it be morning
tearing you to today... more »
And I’m writing.
And it isn’t going well.
As I’m sure you know.
And I’m listening to a genius’ symphony,... more »
There was never anything before Spring
Eruptive life swallowing a barren continent.
A broken silence, a sudden shattering breath... more »
When you left you took my sheets with you.
You took the spice wheel, my Chinese takeout place, most of the better friends
and, with any luck, two or three biting remarks cast at an already closed door.
Leaving refugee picture frames cradling smiles of illegitimate children.... more »
Love in the early afternoon
Lazy and gentle intimacy
as clear light trickles through cotton curtains.
Quiet and slow laughter of bodies with bodies.... more »
I watch the fireflies
Constantly refreshing constellations
Tracing the slow paths they follow
Combing the air for affection... more »
When I die it is my wish
That my remainder be packed
Into fireworks and released
Screaming into the night sky... more »
Your first love, fueled by educated innocence,
Burst new into ionized air consuming all:
Awaited discovery sprinted past blurred doubts, pulled
Straggler hands gasping in tow. Imagine my surprise.... more »
When I look at you I have to laugh
It just all seems so ridiculous
So unplausable that we’re here
It’s that glowing impossibility... more »
My American heritage is umbilical chords
running along the telephone lines to every unfilled town.
It’s a chronic severance, a phantom yearning for unity last held
when her great rambling body was carved for fifty clean portions... more »
I’m not sure how long I’ll love you,
Probably not long if I had to guess
I didn’t love you when first I saw you
But, I don’t hold that against you... more »
In Memory Of January 23,1998
Edward J. Mischke IV died on a Friday morning
He had thirty two birthdays to 12 parties, a telling ratio
Edward never lived in another home except his parents’ on Hemlock Hill.
But on the day that Edward died his neighborhood... more »
Inches Of Mercury
The daylillies came in first, anxious
for ions. Then Anna’s sun freckles
on the back porch for an electric matinee.
Darkening hands cradle the almost April rain... more »
I have nothing new to say to you,
For what humanity is there left
That hasn’t been pinned down and preserved
Like a beautiful and delicate insect... more »
Isaiah 26: 19
Awake and sing!
Sing you assembly of unsuspecting prophets
For air is liberation
And the night is not so long... more »
i have spilled my jellybeans
small hands slipped
jar rushing meets... more »
Without you here I cannot have you.
Minds replace absence with memories,
inconstant images reeling on a sepia screen.
And as remembrances fade... more »
Her fingertips felt like topographical maps of the Andes
pulling slowly through hair suspended in water.
My roots were in Peru and my soul was in my skin.
I needed to know how she breathed among the clouds.... more »
Life Through Binoculars
Up in the highlands with the God clouds
I ask them to tell me my name as they pass by
as silent as love slipping from familiar lips.
These leviathans of insubstance could humble away the world of men... more »
Michael And Mary
It was true, he owned a couple of pairs of handcuffs.
and she had a full length mirror at a precocious angle in her bedroom.
His mother thought his oral fixation phase was the problem from something she read.
She laughed at her gynecologist’s questions.... more »
They say that an infant’s entire connection to the world lies through their mother.
My reality, my universe
We outgrow that soon enough though.
But perhaps the lasting effects of this bond... more »
Ode To An Ineffable Affection
Your things aren’t in the medicine cabinet anymore
Leaving for real this time
Doesn’t matter if I believe you
My silence washing you like an ice bath in public... more »
You are going to die
I know it’s impolite to talk about but
you are going to die... more »
What is that feeling?
Only found in the shade
Of a good climbing tree
With that breeze blowing in... more »
If you would believe anything
Believe in declining realities
Living in snatches and glimpses
nothing is not held like water... more »