Gravity
What god or scientific force would put the sun and moon on course to grant us an eclipse? What trick of serendipity would let their size appear to be a truly perfect fit? On other days, they square with Mars, or some assembly of […]
Category Archives: Poetry
An eclipse poem
On the eve of the eclipse, she slept with her head downhill, and woke to the sound of woodpeckers chiseling their faces into the forest, and, when she rose to look for them, she found, instead, a green plump grasshopper, which she showed to another camper, through the thin screen of his tent, with a […]
Paved Paradise
Outside my office window- a flat patch of land where a home once stood no shadow, fresh dirt, I cant remember it, exactly. Outside my office window- two police cars lights flashing, sirens off black tarp, solid form still body-shaped, but still. Outside my office window- a big semi truck from the deconstruction site that […]
The Moment
The moment is… a kiss and not a word, a what and not a why, is you without your story, unscripted. The moment is the drop of water you can taste on your tongue as you dive into the sea- you in the ocean, the ocean in you; is the chorus of a flash rainstorm […]
first memory
At the event when I couldn’t help but stand up and talk too much, I opened myself up to judgment in order to speak the burning necessity that was bubbling up my throat, determined to be shared. Taking my seat for the forth or fifth last time, a woman two rows back lifted her head and her […]
To Go Nowhere
I climbed the mountain not to reach the top, but to cross over, marking each morning with a new little bracelet on my wrist, with colors of ascending frequency to note the mounting chakras, simulating an elevated state in the thinning air. I love me, I want to be me…. but not this way. This […]
They Didn’t Know We Were Seeds
Above the land, exposed and hard they’re aching just for touch. They chase a thousand beaded dreams but never have enough. When aching grows, it overflows- a sharp and biting cuss, Our eyes showed their reflection, so, they tried to bury us. Inverted dome, we made it home- a womb beneath the crust. We bore […]
Fall Back
Fall back with me one hour, for free- season changing, daylight waning- stay in bed and see. If you want more there’s hours galore- night extended, time suspended- this is what they’re for.
New York Is
New York is a line at the airport taxi-stand, 50 people long, filled with strangers each going somewhere but incapable of considering the prospect of coordinating destinations with the somebodies around them. New York is a special machine for fixing traffic lights, making its way down 7th Ave. New York is two homeless people cuddling between a […]
how often to say
how often should you say “I love you”? once the words finally fall, like first heavy drops in the humid air of a brewing summer rain the release can be powerful, and the words may come down fast and often, and strong. But, eventually, a person becomes properly drenched, and even a flower can be watered too often. The words […]
