March 5
This the vent alarm that something else it got late early with a death overnight with so few windows here it’s hard to get oriented but the sun came up and someone else took that spot
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March 4
Even though and still the trees are making new leaves don’t act as if you expect it you’ll ruin the surprise look even now they are waiting for the perfect moment avert your eyes don’t look until they shout their green shouts
March 3
Slow day into slow night the sun never really did settle on a weather pattern and in the garden under the hooped row half open for venting some cat’s paws have punctuated the soil this all a song of passage it comes from inside this very house percussive in its settling too percussive too insistent I went out to take a good look at the chimney and startled the flicker there it flickered away the […]
March 2
This a betrayal how quick the shift the same sun breaking through the same curtains one day I wake the next I can’t clouded by aches drowning in myself and certain I’ll never be warm again and the dog giving me that animal courtesy afforded to the good and sick avoidance a good call really when I said betrayal this wasn’t what I meant
March 1
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 […]
February 28
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 […]
February 27.1
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–
February 27
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–
February 26
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 […]
February 25
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
OPTIONAL POETRY 