Monthly Archives: February 2013
I am contained by spit and bailing wire, the old go-cart knocked together from peach crates, roller skates, an old wooden skate affixed with bent nails to peach-stained slats. Rocking down hills, round hairpin turns, skipping cracks and gaps. Memory. Bailing … Continue reading
There is a dissipating storm slipping over the tips of the Alps. A broken man begging coins in Houston. A potter with shaking fingers, no longer mending in Calcutta. My shadow eluding me in dark Boston alleyways. Your eyes are headlamps, mirrored … Continue reading
My cracks/ You fill them with gold. Turn me in your hands.
To be said, about love. Birthed in the shadow of the rock, a daughter of Tyre thou art my hiding place dozing, salamander curled, nose to tail, fire banked, … Continue reading
I hid my lord in the darkness of the earth … Continue reading
stood out, the thief in a mill, safer than mice in cheeses. if it please, then, he still didn’t find it, that needle the traveler was peddling, pulling him back outside, boredom a dangerous enemy now met in a narrow … Continue reading