the maple by the window put out leaves stretching down to the shrubs, out to the pines, and aside from all this rain the house is dead quiet, the living room sunken, deluged, submersed, and now something weighty lit on the roof but then took off when I went to look, and now some robin singing, unseen, calling out warnings or conveying relief, obscure, obscured and suffused with green
I’m not sure what these keys unlock, clearly some door unused by me but still there, somewhere, funny to find a thing and then feel loss BEST and SCHLAGE in the corner of the drawer and all of the places, and all of the places, and all of the places that I’ll never go again
Camel, dromedary. Sure, a poem but why? Even taxonomy is too pliant for you. Extinct or extant. If a line drawn in the sand is too soft then what use are words that build and fall to gently say no desert no life begins or ends precisely. It is a collection of inconstant and inconsistent forms that slump or shift at best against what confines them. Naming things is such an act. Bactrians have one […]
Today a hummingbird hemming the courtyard corners, hail from slate skies, sun falling in heavy bars, the crack shot drop of a dead branch in the distance, all this wind, if not harbingers, still precisely sounded tones, probably worth noting
The camillas are all blooming now from the bottom up like they truly don’t care this month still manages to be unexpected warmth or hailstorms no middle ground lessons abound here I’m sure
A sea change sitting in the dark listening to it rain just how long have I been holding my breath?
A different kind of rain today, static, and a peculiar light cast up from the bay filtering through damp streets steel and glass a very high tide today they said- knowing what is beneath, now obscured, I can imagine it more clearly, vividly if less realistically, a strange tradeoff, and not an unwelcome one
Flood warning even the hills get treacherous side streets and alleys like tributaries water finds the fastest way or makes a way— before I would have made something of this, or tried—- now I just watch some guy out in the thick of it shouting and throwing rocks at the cars that pass by
We missed the countdown a TV delay screaming outside and the belated realization a ten second handicap on eating our grapes
The theme today was down the staircase the network gravity as a prelude to entropy fragments the corallary more but less orderly the IT department not answering the phone finally I left up the stairs that earlier proved elusive bruises like galaxies in hazy expansion sharp departures from the orderly unrecoverable and accelerating
OPTIONAL POETRY 