old streams
“old streams from which the water’s vanished are interesting, I mean that kind of tale, water, like spirit, jostling hard stuff around to make speech into one if its realest expressions” A.R. Ammons, If anything will level you water will
All posts tagged: water
February 15
Tableau: fake flowers in an enameled clay vase, the kind with birds and bird-like lines– yesterday’s coffee rewarmed, the bitterness doused in lait partiellement écrémé– bright horns gild the otherwise silence, some neighbor listening softly to Ring of Fire– beyond, the water. Yesterday we watched the tide sweep out, skookumchuch slipping through fingers of land, with vortexes and contrary eddies, spoken, taken aback, deadly– orange urchins, broken like eggshells, littered the rocks, exposed and lit […]
February 14
Half-asleep at the border crossing, behind some Iranian family at the duty-free, the mountains behind the distant city with still -illuminated ski areas, like shocking clouds, the highway a slick of electricity– aren’t we both always chasing arrival? . Here by morning the harbour is the same dirty emerald as the night before, raindrops cling to nascent buds with no wind to shake them free or shift the fog. A sailor rigs his boat. The […]
April 12
It’s beautiful so beautiful but it isn’t a friend. Turquoise in the shallows hints at depth or deception. There’s always a way through even if this isn’t it. These rills these standing eddies like words spoken without a tongue unknowable yet understandable once you know half of it is wind and the landscapes underwater is most of the other what remains after that is equal parts beauty and fear.
OPTIONAL POETRY 