You explained: If this stadium is an atom the nucleus is a speck on the pitcher’s mound and we are the orbiting electrons. Do I repel you? Having made some comment about the lunar effect, admittedly unscientific, a bit too loony. You don’t believe in the stars, well neither do I really, but you must agree the moon exerts a pull, or, we’ve really got a hold on it. Another pop fly. I was talking […]
Hours from the ocean and yet I am the tide, longing for return and mourning slack. I am a draft that haunts this house, measuring hours by rooms, minutes by pace, and prone to sudden rains. I am not myself but am a force of nature, the orchard is not an orchard but is a sea of white and fragrant pink, millions of blossoms unfurling overnight to comfort me with apples for I am sick, sick, sick of love.
Hours from the ocean and yet I am the tide, longing for return and mourning slack. I am a draft that haunts this house, measuring hours by rooms, and prone to sudden rains. I am not myself but am a force of nature, led to migrate by degree latitude, percentage of sun. The orchard is a sea of white now and pale pink, millions of blossoms unfurling overnight to comfort me with apples for I am […]
A stormy morning, just outside of Portland – the sky contused, the trees and grass electric as the wind picks up. Windows open. I have known too many of these mornings, alone and quiet save for the disinterested chattering of birds. The things with feathers. And nothing, nothing is crueler than hope. These birds do not sing to warm a soul, are unabashed by downpours, give zero fucks about the storm. They sing because they are […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 