A thin cloud drawn across the night sky a cloud not a jet trail not as precise above it the moon below it stars in some celestial equation so enamored am I with this idea of divination two of the stars are traveling in opposite directions jetliners both going and both leaving but I wasn’t looking for something so obvious so keen am I on division always wanting to know just how many times a […]
This night a cave correctly sized it blankets not engulfs there are tenors to a darkness some satiating some stark what I mean is there is ample room in this starless cradle and I sleep dead center given no other choice than expansion and dreaming dreams of manifest destiny a silly word with few exceptions allowable only in soft focus a coin for luck that sinks in still water even I will still permit myself this […]
I read your strange words exquisite humming-bird- like airy in their armor not grounded all restless sheen and oiled whisper and light metallic feathered fusible and false I know this is not love it is envy of your heart that loves and loves others so tangibly so tangibly have you written its racing–
A misread, that happiness comes indecently— but there’s certainly no modesty as this seedling unfurls for how many years was it less than a thought a dream of life impossibly both blueprint and raw material in a desiccated husk a hull a fleck of the plant that it once was and will be again preposterously and joyfully the promise is kept this the little green antidote for a heart that is wanting–
Wednesday the tired wrung-out day the lightest of rains falling and sometime last night the kid ended up coding went back to the Unit and this morning my head aches my dispo brittle in so many ways of course there’s no such thing as silence on this floor it is a living place it groans with life and at its leaving rattles like the IV pole of a patient making his rounds all morning long […]
For Lent she said the Copts go vegan and what do I do? As if I’d give anything up that needed giving up I might opt to do rather than eschew might give up giving up might sharpen these long teeth might really sink them into something might hold on for once might become resolute with all the tenacity of a bad bad habit
Could it mean something that today everyone was singing? the kid the chef the drunk man on the corner hands raised waiting to be raptured for an hour The chef had the words but not the tune arriving at work just as I was leaving the drunk had the voice but distance muffled his meaning the kid went I need you I need you more than anyone darling before rote memory gave out and red-faced […]
In the holly, a steller’s jay, angles hiding angles– black-beaked, black -crested, less bird than polygon, the very shape of caution– its sleek blue bravura hidden in the shadows of one hundred glossy leaves, I saw momentarily the bird itself, not the brash emblem it presents and loudly projects from blatant chimney perches– It was unguarded I saw a touch of matte on a bird that is all glint and grit and out and open, […]
I don’t want to be a landscape she wrote but instead of a plea it came out as trees and Midas smirked.
Writing as a landscape, a warning– don’t mistake placidity for peace. It could be that the stillness of the trees is self-imposed, the dormant volcano, disciplined; though tired of being a backdrop, too tired to do much else but stay, glacial, to wrinkle the horizon with creases the same non-hue as a day-moon, elusive, barely showing up in photos.
OPTIONAL POETRY 